Chapter Sixty-Four
Trina’s POV
His gaze returns to me, searching and for some reason, haunting. There are whispers of the probability that he knows what I am up to, merged with the ghosts of what would have happened a few minutes ago if Anne hadn’t walked into the room at that particular time. I get up from the closet and saunter towards him, my lips hanging open, already planning on making this right once again. It is important I do. I cannot fail my pack, my mother.
“Logan, about your father’s study…”
“It’s okay,” he mutters, his eyes caressing my body so swiftly that I can feel it in every crevice, in every pore. “I believe you. And besides, there is no way you could have opened that door unless you are a witch.”
I blink fast. “What?”
“Something’s been happening around the pack th
