20. IS HISTORY IN REPEAT?

Flavia was nursing the child and Logan couldn’t take his eyes off her. Such deep longing spoke to me because if my eyes weren’t on him, they were on her too.

The tension and awkwardness that hung could suffocate a person. I sat on Logan’s left. It seemed I did not exist, him completely absorbed in his true mate.

Dante plated for his mate then himself. He had four plates before him which were over pouring with food. The dragons came flying down and I realized why such large portions of food. The vampire king fed them and it felt like we were interrupting a special family moment. I felt like an intruder. The air sparked with an emotion I could not decipher but it made the hole in my chest larger.

My head turned to Logan but he was gone. My appetite was down the drain yet I put a few items on my plate with Logan’s plate left empty. I did not know if to plate for him. It would be awkward when the couple ate and our plates stayed clean. I decided to take his empty plate, pushing mine to