Alina’s POV
Waking up came slow and relaxed as my eyes adjusted to the brightness of a new day and everything softly came into focus. I felt well rested and refreshed as I stretched out on the bed and moved my hand up and down the sheets. They were slightly warm under my touch and I could smell that earthy, sandalwood scent lingering.
Everything came flooding back. The bar... the attack... fainting and Logan cuddling me to sleep. He must have stayed the whole night.
I sniffed the air and my stomach groaned in hunger as the mouth-watering aroma of bacon drifted up the stairs from the kitchen. Without even bothering to look in the mirror, I ran down the stairs in my pyjamas, expecting to see Darius cooking breakfast. But instead, I was treated to the most delightful sight.
In the kitch
