LOGAN
The sky was still dark when I felt her stir.
Nora let out a soft sigh, her body turning toward mine under the sheets. Her hand found my chest, warm and trusting, resting over my heart like it belonged there. And it did. Goddess, it did. I stared at her in the dim light, memorizing the curve of her lips, the way her lashes fluttered before her eyes slowly opened.
“Logan…” she murmured, voice still thick with sleep. “You’re awake already?”
I didn’t answer right away. My throat was tight. I hadn’t slept at all. Not after that dream. It still clung to me like smoke, suffocating, thick, heavy. I wanted to protect her from it, but it was already crawling under my skin, and the one person who had a right to know… was lying right in front of me.
She frowned gently, brushing her hand acr
