Chapter Eighty-Seven
Logan’s POV
Honey.
It is here again as if playing some mind game with me. I vividly remember the thrill I felt in me at the lake, the intensity of the moment, the look in her eyes. And now, I have come to meet it here, forcing the image to the fore, as my hand wraps around the handle and the door gives way under the pressure. A part of me hopes that by some miracle, I get it all wrong. That she is across the hallway and not in my bedroom.
But my eyes fall on her perfect form, Anne’s hand at the back of her head with it bowed low. My wolf wrestles within me to get out into the open, to fight for his mate and destroy everything and everyone that threatens her peace. But I know how impossible that is, given the situation, so I try to rein him in, taking a few breaths
