Bain:
Saint and Gatlin are outside talking to Droll; he brought groceries to the farm for us. Rowan thinks the magic here will protect us from being detected by the court or anyone else.
I was pacing the room when they came back. I am not one to hide; I never have been. But now I have too much to lose to be wreckless, and I don't know how to mentally cope with hiding like I am fearful. Scared is the last thing I will ever be of them.
"We need to figure something out soon. We can't keep hiding." My demon growled. For once, he and I are on the same page.
"We aren't hiding; we are protecting ourselves while we devise a plan. There is a difference." Gatlin's words did nothing to ease the rage in my chest.
"This will play out according to fate's design, so why hide away any longer?" The
