Chapter Forty-Seven
Logan’s POV
The first thing I notice when the sun rises, casting a soft, golden hue over the black theme of the room, is that Anne is no longer on the bed with me. Usually, I get up earlier than her, going into the gym and then heading to the woods for a run before circling back to the packhouse to wash up and get breakfast. My routine is almost immaculate in the mornings, but I try to switch things up at intervals so I cannot be easily predicted. Today, I must have slept in longer than I planned to, and that means I have to forgo some things to meet up with what I have planned already.
Having a quick bath, and dressed in a pair of grey slacks and a matching lumber jacket, I head out of my room, feeling the cool air in the hallway hitting my skin. I can hear the hous
