Charlotte was flipped instantly, her back slammed against the bed, her eyes wide and fearful as she stared up at Logan. His grip was firm, his knuckles white with the force of his hold on her wrists.
“Never call SOPHIA a b***h. She ain't one, okay?” Logan growled, his voice rough and filled with a protective anger that made Charlotte's heart race.
Charlotte whimpered, still struggling for breath, her throat tight as she tried to inhale through the fear that now constricted her chest. Logan noticed the panic in her eyes, and something inside him softened, but only slightly. With a frustrated sigh, he released her from his grip, stepping back from the bed as if her presence now burned him. Charlotte coughed, her throat dry and patchy from the effort of gasping for air, and she turned her
