Logan
“Take your hands off my husband. Right now.”
Her voice was fragule, but the words were sharp enough.
I blinked at Wendy, searching her pale face for any sign of a joke, any hint of the woman who had kissed me just days ago and promised we would find a way out of this nightmare.
But there was nothing.
Her eyes that were usually so warm and full of light whenever she looked at me, were completely empty. Well, it was worse than empty… they were hostile.
She was looking at me the way one looks at a dangerous criminal on the street.
My fingers instantly lost their strength. The fabric of Reed’s shirt slipped from my grasp as my arms fell numbly to my sides.
I took a step back. Husband. She had called him her husband.
Before I could even find the breath to speak her name again, W
