Logan didn't let go.
He held Elara for what felt like hours. Her face pressed to his chest. His arms locked around her.
But she could feel it. The tension. The doubt. The fear.
"Logan," she whispered. "Talk to me."
"I don't know what to say."
"Say what you're really feeling."
He pulled back. Looked at her. His eyes were red. Raw.
"I'm terrified," he admitted. "That it's his. That I'll lose you both."
"You won't lose me—"
"You don't know that." He moved away. Started pacing again. "If it's his baby—Christian's baby—everything changes."
"No it doesn't—"
"Yes it does!" He spun to face her. "He'll come back. He'll want custody. He'll use that baby to—" He couldn't finish.
Elara's heart shattered. "Logan—"
"And part of me—" His voice broke. "Part of me will look at that baby and se
