SYLVESTER
“Logan, is that you?”
The words sliced through me like a blade.
I stood frozen in the doorway, the weight of her voice pressing against my chest. She had been half-asleep, her tone soft, almost expectant. Like she had been waiting for him.
Not me.
My grip on the door tightened, my nails digging into my palm. I hadn’t spoken a word, hadn’t even made a sound, yet his name was the first thing to leave her lips.
Why? It was making Eric and Mira’s confession look true.
My heart pounded, my wolf, Tom, restless within me. Why would she think it was Logan? I had come here because of Mira, because of Eric, because I needed to look into her eyes and see the truth for myself.
And yet, before I even got the chance to say anything, she had already planted doubt in me.
Did she expect
