Jefferson POV

She had the birthmark of a moon, she had been the one I had been searching for for years,

I was happy that I had found her; I could not wait to tell her, her true identity, I knew it won't sit well with her but I won't mind giving it a try,

I placed the tip of my fingers on the edges of her birthmark; she groaned in pain as she turned to the other side of the bed.

It well make sense to me, while the moon, shines directly on her without breaking a way,

Laura was the last of her kind, I had a large...