Emma POV
Logan and I entered our home.
I could hear voices coming from the kitchen.
I looked at Logan and took a deep breath.
Ever since we left my office, he’s been tense. He kept clenching his jaw and his fists.
I took his hand in mine and pulled him closer.
“Talk to me.” I said as I wrapped my arms around his waist.
He looked down at me and caressed my cheek.
“I don’t want you to go anywhere with him.” he mumbled quietly as he wrapped his arms around me.
My heart clenched painfully. I didn’t want to go with him either. I really didn’t. But if that was something that could stop a war…
“I know.” I said, lifting my hand and cupping his cheek. “I don’t want to go either.”
“Then don’t, Emma.” Logan said, tightening his arms around me.
“I don’t want to go to war.” I said. “I do
