Logan reluctantly nods as one of his pack serves more wine, their dishes removed. This conversation would most likely need alcohol. He still hasn’t decided whether his mate should be in her rightful place in his bed. Or be given space in her own chamber. An invisible vice clamps his heart. Choosing to rather give her the choice. The stretch of the table lengthens as the silence continues. Schooling her features Clara accumulates all her questions. But the ultimate condition was all that matters most to her. A low rumble in River’s chest the sign of agreement. “My only real condition, you do not lie to me, when I ask you something. Do not hide the truth, do not lie.” Logan’s frown deepens.
“What if it is something I do not wish to share?” Clara rolls here eyes standing, taking small meanin
