Luka snorted and headed down the hall.
He heard women’s laughter in the sitting room, even Amy ‘s, and he was glad to hear her enjoying herself after all that had happened. The women were having a lively discussion about the upcoming wedding, and Luka slowed his pace. He was still angry that his mother hadn’t told him the truth. If she’d known before he mated Amy, she shouldn’t have encouraged the mating. He had to know.
“What difference does it make, Luka?” his mother said, her smile warm. After he finally asked the question. “ She is yours, like she should have been the first time you went after her.
In St. Andrews.”
He scowled at his mother. “ You knew, didn’t you?”
His mother took a deep breath and exhaled. “I knew that she needed you and that you needed her. Now run along while w
