AMIRA'S POV
The moment the words slipped from my mouth, I noticed a subtle but undeniable shift in Logan’s facial expression. His brows twitched just slightly, his eyes darkened with something unreadable, and I could feel the tension in the air rise like a silent storm about to break. Honestly, I hadn’t meant to say it out loud. It had just escaped me—raw, unfiltered truth—but the weight of it was still staggering.
Less than twenty-four hours had passed since I’d arrived in this house, and somehow Logan had managed to awaken a side of me I never even knew existed. He hadn’t even touched me in the way that mattered most, yet here I was, practically unravelling under his presence, reduced to a hopeless mess of desire and confusion. It was terrifying how powerful the bond already felt, and
