Celeste’s POV:
I enter Logan's penthouse, exhausted out of my mind from being out all night. I ordered the concierge to leave all of my shopping bags in the foyer. I gave them a generous tip and dismissed them for the night before walking into the great room to pour myself a glass of wine from the gold liquor cart. I brought the glass to my lips when a sudden gasp escaped my parted lips.
I didn't even see him sitting there drinking his scotch.
My mouth parts in fear, and I thought for a moment I felt a tinge of excitement. I should have hated him, but instead, the sight of him nearly brought me to my knees- wait, what was I thinking?
I instantly smothered all these feelings remembering my oath earlier.
"I believe you have something that belongs to me, princess," Logan
