Aurora's POV
I stand in front of the mirror and smooth the silk down over my hip.
Although I insisted I was fine, I had to admit that Nova's words kept echoing in my mind.
"Logan's been a wreck since you left."
"His mother is furious with him."
"He and Eileen have been fighting."
I told her it doesn't matter.
However, alone with the mirror, my chest tightens anyway. I press my palm flat against my sternum and breathe until it eases. I don't know why the fighting-with-his-parents part is the one that won't let go of me. Logan has his fated mate. He has everything he ever wanted. He doesn't need me carrying pieces of him around in my chest like this.
I made my choice. I signed my name. I don't get to keep flinching every time someone tells me he's hurting. I told myself it was just
