Alina’s POV
After I heard the front door close, I came back downstairs knowing Logan must have left. I hated the way my body reacted around him. I was so mad at him for getting me involved in all of this, but mainly because he was taking away my freedom. Yet, my body longed for his touch and butterflies formed in my stomach every time he looked at me. Darius and Logan had been talking for over an hour and, even though I heard the odd word or my name mentioned, I had no clue as to what it was about.
“Hey buttercup, fancy watching a film now?” Darius asked, when he noticed me hovering at the bottom of the staircase making sure the coast was clear. “It’s alright. He’s gone.,” he reassured me with a smile.
I breathed a sigh of relief but couldn’t help feeling a little disheartened that he h
