LOGAN
I sat back in the chair, watching the dim glow of the bedside lamp spill over Isabella’s sleeping face.
The rise and fall of her chest, the way her fingers were still curled slightly into the sheets, it was the only proof I needed that she was still here, and still breathing.
That bastard hadn’t stolen her completely. But the sight did nothing to calm the storm raging inside me.
She was creeping into my life in ways I hadn’t expected. What started as something simple, something purely physical, had twisted into something else entirely.
I didn’t just want her; I wanted to keep her safe, and that? That was dangerous.
I exhaled sharply and pushed myself up, running a hand through my hair before pulling out my phone.
The detective answered on the second ring, his voice clipped, a
