“What are you doing in here? What f*****g happened here?”
Logan’s voice was rough, guttural...half fury, half confusion as he shoved Maya back with the weight of a man betrayed.
Logan blinked, his mind stuttering like broken glass trying to hold together. The metallic taste of regret flooded his mouth. He didn’t remember pulling her close. Didn’t remember touching her. Didn’t remember the heat searing his blood.
But the f*****g evidence was there.
He pushed the sheets back violently, glaring at the faint bite glowing on Zarya’s neck. “No. No, this is f*****g wrong.” He staggered away, raking a hand through his hair. “What the hell is this?! Who put her in my bed?”
Few Hours Earlier…
The hall had been suffocating with whispers and stares. Logan walked through it, his chest heavy as t
