Freya's Pov
I looked at him, my eyes searching his pale, sweat-slicked face, my hands trembling as they touched his clammy skin. "You look sick,"
The redness in Logan's eyes was stark, frightening as he struggled to explain what had happened. "Someone poisoned me," he rasped, his voice weak and hoarse.
I stared at him, my mind racing, my heart pounding as I took in his words. Someone had tried to kill him, someone who wanted him dead.
"I need to get you back to the mansion," I said, my voice shaking with urgency. "You need help."
Logan's words were a growl, a fierce declaration of his vulnerability as he coughed, his body wracked with spasms. "Nobody is meant to see me this vulnerable," he rasped, his voice strong even in his weakened state.
"Logan, please," I begged, t
