I found myself exhausted after visiting Lawrence, which was odd since Fae didn't need to sleep much. Perhaps it was because it had been a very long day, starting early in the morning in Scotland, and then being whisked away to a different continent and a strange situation. Both Lawrence's and Barton's warnings played in my head. Was I really in danger? From what or whom?
All signs pointed to one thing: I needed to get Lawrence better and out of there so that we could go back to Atlanta or Scotland and figure out where things stood between us. Our situation obviously was not going to change, not easily, although I was afraid I would need to break his heart…and mine.
I stopped by one of the restaurants in town and grabbed a salad that they claimed came from a local farm with organic practi
