Delia
I felt like a heavy duty trailer had just rolled over me.
We were still married? Mated to each other?
I drew back, running my hands through my hair and brushing them back continuously as his words repeated in my head, again and again.
"Say something, Baby."
I groaned, at myself and my foolish heart. I was ecstatic.
I brushed over the fact he'd lied, kept me in the dark the whole time.
He'd remained mated to me. He couldn't call off our marriage.
I was still Logan's mate and wife.
"Does Dennis know?" I asked him.
He shrugged, lifting a hunky shoulder. "I didn't get mated to her. She herself knows nothing's happened. I don't know what else she might know."
"And what is it exactly, you need me to be?" I asked, biting my lips.
His thumb snuck up to my lips and freed my low
