Logan’s POV
“f**k!” I roared, slamming my fist into the wall, the impact cracking through the silence of my room.
I knew the moment the words left my mouth that I had screwed up. The way Lia’s eyes flashed with pain before she quickly masked it—it gutted me. I had taken something she was desperately trying to heal from, something we needed her to heal from, and ripped it open again, leaving a fresh wound where a scar was barely beginning to form.
Why the hell couldn’t I just keep my damn mouth shut? She had been so happy after finishing that song, letting me hold her without flinching away, soaking in my touch like she actually wanted it. And that smile—like I had just handed her the world for offering a simple compliment. For a brief, fleeting moment, I had been her hero. Then my own i
