Logan
I couldn’t stop thinking about our almost-kiss.
It replayed in my mind like a looped song I couldn’t turn off. I vividly remembered the way the candlelight had caught in her hair, how her breath had hitched as I leaned in, and the quiet moment before I stepped away. The look in her eyes had been expectant and vulnerable.
In the moment, I found myself unable to go through with it.
It was nothing more than cowardice.
She’d been angry enough at me the entire time that we had been living together. What made me deserve a kiss?
I had faced war councils, rogue attacks, and the constant burden of leadership. Nothing had ever shaken me like the way Emily had looked at me.
Even when she was angry.
That terrified me.
I needed to keep my distance. Or at leas
