Logan realized the promise he’d made his brother had been made in vain.
Because there would be no keeping to himself.
TEN
ASTER
I pulledthe night slip over my head. The soft, white material unfurled over my body and landed mid-thigh. I looked at myself in the mirror, blew back the dark brown bangs that had fallen in my face, and said a silent prayer for strength. That I could find my way through the turmoil.
That I could persevere.
That I could fly.
Tomorrow, I would form a plan.
Figure out how to prove to my father why I could never go back to Jarek Urso.
Dread scattered through me like the whisper of death.
I’d never caused it before. Been the precursor. But I knew what this might mean for Jarek.
Guilt threatened to claw. To rip open and infect.
A disease that turned my blood cold and my stomach sour.
I hated the violence. Hated it to my soul. But I had to remember Jarek was one of the greatest perpetrators of it.
Pulse fluttering, I blew out a heavy sigh, and I flipped the light off to the bathroom and stepped out into the bedroom.
The second I did, I froze, snared by the dark presence that whipped like a blizzard from the doorway.
My eyes narrowed as I stared at the man who might as well be a mirage.
Sanctuary.
Refuge.
Perdition.
The man who’d been little more than a boy when he’d captured me in that first, stolen glance.
I’d been obsessed, willing to break every rule to even catch a glimpse.
Now, I felt myself falling into the abyss of who he was all over again.
For good or bad.
Right or wrong.
None of it had ever mattered except for wanting him to be mine.
Still in his suit, Logan watched me as if he were bored, though I could feel the pinpricks of intensity that bristled beneath his skin. The white-hot energy that radiated from his being.
I fidgeted, wearing the slip, feeling so much more exposed than I had in the tee.
It was thin straps and thin material and a neckline that dipped low between my breasts.
Heat blossomed as I imagined him picking it out for me.