A volley of manic barking jerked Logan from sleep. He jackknifed up in bed, hands curling to fists to defend against…what? The dogs had already bolted from the room, the skitter of their paws against the wood of the stairs echoing in the otherwise quiet house before he registered the knocking.
What the hell?
Scrubbing a hand over his face, he checked the clock. After midnight.
Maybe it was Sebastian. A problem with the horses maybe. Dragging on some jeans, he stumbled barefoot down the stairs. Bo and Peep danced in the entryway, whining and crying.
“Calm down,” he rasped, flipping on the front porch light and reaching for the door.
Athena stood on the other side.
For half a second, Logan wondered if he was still dreaming. If he’d summoned her out of sheer want. The rough bump of the
