The deep hum of the mansion’s generator was the only sound that filled the silence when Logan’s car finally pulled up in the driveway. The headlights sliced through the dusk, and Skylar’s chest tightened as the sleek black car door opened. He was home.
She hadn’t seen him in two days, not since the chaos began. Every second had felt like walking on glass—afraid of what the world would say, and more afraid of what he would.
The front door clicked open.
Logan stepped inside, his coat still on, his expression unreadable. The tension in the air was so sharp it almost hurt to breathe. Skylar stood from the couch immediately, her fingers twisting nervously in front of her.
“Logan…” she began, but her voice trailed off when he raised a hand.
“It’s fine,” he said calmly. “Everything’s under c
