ARIA’S POV:
I sat in silence on the only bench in the garden in my wedding dress. ‘Violetta’s barging should not be bothering this much. It’s a contract. The drama from his past does not affect me. It shouldn’t concern me.’
That was the logical thing to think. It was my truth, but my wolf was tearing me apart from the inside and my heart ached in a way that was physical.
“Do you mind if I join?” I heard a voice that was now very familiar to me. The sight of him was beginning to feel like a breath of fresh air.
“Sir Logan,”
“No. No. We discussed this,”
I smiled faintly. “Logan,” I called. My cheeks were flustered.
“More like it.” He took the space on the cement bench beside me. “All of a sudden the contract feels like more work than it should be, huh?” His words drove a violent shock
