His voice broke first. “Diva. You're young and you're taking this threat lightly. Let we the grown ups take charge.” His tone was a threat...half growl, half plea.
Her eyes watered, and she pushed herself up, reaching for him before she even realized she was moving.
“I just want to go back home,” she whispered. Her voice cracked. She sounded small. Weak. Even helpless. She hated how broken she felt for a moment.
But then she swallowed, and those words twisted into something else in her mouth. Something darker. Something real.
“I don’t want to be caged again.”
Logan stiffened instantly. Like a man slapped across the face by the ghost of his own failures.
His wolf roared through him.
He held her tighter for a few seconds, like he was begging the universe to freeze this hug forever. B
