Aurora hadn't slept all night.
The moment she had finished telling Logan about her past, he had been silent. Not with judgment, not with fear, but with something that unsettled her even more—determination.
Logan Mason was stubborn, but Aurora had underestimated just how far he was willing to go when something—or someone—mattered to him.
She sat in the dimly lit living room, the only sound being the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock. The events of the previous night replayed in her head. Marcus wasn't going to back off. He never did. The moment he set his sights on something, he pursued it relentlessly.
And now, he had set his sights on Logan.
A part of her had hoped Marcus would lose interest, that he would move on to another target. But she knew better.
Footsteps echoed behind her, and she didn't need to turn to know it was Logan.
"You're up early," he murmured.
