Lucas’s POV
Logan is my mate. Where is Logan. Logan is waiting.
I can’t get Harper’s words out of my head. She kept bringing Logan up, and I wish she wouldn’t. It only makes me feel more guilty about what happened after the mating ball. I wasn’t thinking straight, but that was no excuse.
Attacking, practically assaulting, Harper wasn’t my intention. I didn’t know my heat would be triggered before the run, and I couldn’t get far enough away before she found me.
All it took was one touch, and I was a goner. I couldn’t control it. Harper’s scent and her touch set me on fire in a way I can’t explain or describe. It’s like how I feel when Sierra touches me except this was a hundred times stronger.
I’ve been digging through my brain trying to come up with a reason that I would get that
