LOGAN
The moment Galen left and the door clicked shut behind him, I let out a long breath. Not just from the weight of the report, but from the ache in my chest that always came when she touched me.
She was still behind me, her arms wrapped around my waist. I could feel her breath against my back, soft and steady. Like she wasn’t shaken at all by what we just heard. Or maybe she was… and she was being strong for me. That wouldn’t surprise me. She did that often, more than I deserved.
I turned slowly in her arms and looked into her eyes. Those warm, honey-colored eyes that had once held only sadness now glowed with something else. Light. Strength. And love. She didn’t flinch when I touched her cheek, she leaned into it, letting out a breath like she’d been holding it for hours.
“Come,”
