Chapter Thirty
Trina’s POV
Logan tries to fight it as hard as he can, but I make it impossible for him with my moping around the pack house, and staying in my room round the clock. He comes around at intervals when he doesn’t have any urgent work to do for the pack. I feel him lingering by the door, sometimes with his hands poised on the elegantly finished wood, ready to knock. But he never does. I hear his footsteps echo around the walls as he walks away, sometimes down the hallway and at other times, straight into his bedroom.
I allow the silence to simmer for as long as I can, only coming out early in the mornings, when I know he’s out either in the gym or running with Jake in the woods. I know his routine by heart now, including the precise time for the council meetings and when mea
