Maya sat in Alpha Logan's car, finally letting herself exhale. The silence between them was thick but calming.
She leaned forward from the back seat, her fingers lightly brushing against his hand as he gripped the wheel.
“Logan,” she said softly. “Breathe. Just breathe, okay?”
He glanced at her through the rearview mirror, his jaw clenched. But he nodded. “I’m sorry, baby,” he muttered. “They had no damn right to look at you like that. Talk about you like that.”
Before she could reply, the car jerked to a sudden stop.
“What the f**k now?” Logan muttered, throwing the gear into park and stepping out.
Maya watched him disappear around the side of the vehicle. A moment later, she heard him growl, a low, dangerous sound that rumbled through the night air like a brewing storm.
He crouch
