AMIRA'S POV
When I slowly drifted back to consciousness, the first thing I became aware of was the warmth of Logan’s arms wrapped protectively around me. His heartbeat was steady beneath my ear, his scent familiar and comforting in a way that made me want to stay wrapped in the illusion of sleep a little longer. I could hear voices—his being the most prominent—and from what he said, it was clear we were no longer in the car from the airpot. We were at the castle. Home. Or at least his home.
The realization brought with it a wave of conflicting emotions. I wanted to open my eyes, smile, let him know I was awake and maybe even kiss him. But at the same time, a heavy weight of hesitation settled on my chest. I knew that the moment I opened my eyes, reality would come crashing in. There was
