Delia
Gram's eyes lit up when she saw me, and I smiled, the room empty of anyone else besides her.
I'd promised to visit her, sooner rather than later.
She patted the spot beside her and I didn't hesitate to sit this time.
But my face colored with worry. "Grams, I appreciate all that you have done for me, and I'm really grateful to have you on my side, but I don't think I would marry Logan."
Her wrinkled brows furrowed, and her gaze sharpened. "You wouldn't? You love him."
I groaned in frustration. "Yes, I loved him. I mean, I think I might still love him. But he doesn't want me, grams."
"How are you so sure about that? Your mother said something about him returning you, but that's only because he rightfully believed he should get the mate he originally wanted."
"He can't have Den
