"Are you still conscious?" The quiet was abruptly broken by Logan's low voice.
Startled, I turned away from the window. His hair was unkempt, his shirt was untucked, and his storm-gray eyes were filled with fatigue as he stood in the library doorway. The calm Alpha that everyone knew was not this one. Logan appeared human, almost brittle.
"Didn't sleep," I answered, putting my arms around my head. The fact was, ever since our last argument, I had been unable to fall asleep.
He entered, gently shutting the door behind him. "I couldn't either."
I thought he would stop there and withdraw into his stoic stillness. The weight of his presence, however, filled the gap between us as he fell into the chair across the room from me.
Breaking the delicate silence, I blurted, "You've been avoiding
