It was almost dusk by the time Logan's car pulled into the driveway, the sky was orange and beautiful, casting the world in a beautiful solemn glow. The drive home had been awkward with mundane silence.
They both entered the mansion and headed directly to the stairs, their steps echoing on the stairs, reverberating the weight of their silent war. Sophia softly held the railings as she climbed the stairs, the golden metal felt chill against her warm palm. She savored the cold feeling as it helped eliminate any warm feeling of Logan she had on her. She sensed her dress as picked up the masculine oud scent from Logan. She liked the smell but hated where it came from and how she got it.
They departed when they got to the hallway.
Logan heads to his study, slamming the door behind him. Whil
