The chauffeur opened the backseat door for me and held out his hand for mine, which I graciously accepted when I felt an aching pain in my stomach. It was tolerable compared to the last few days, but I wondered if the throbbing sensation would ever disappear?
I let out a sigh as my hands flattened out my white belted fur coat and entered Royce Tower. I was going to see my father. He contacted me some time ago while Logan was out for his morning run to come and see him today. I didn't know what to expect or if I even wanted to talk to him again after he turned his back to me.
But shockingly, Logan agreed to let me go without his guards shadowing my every move. And though it has been an arduous course these last few weeks on top of everything else going on with my body, Logan definit
