Logan clears his throat. “I… I wanted to tell everyone. About me and Gray. A long time ago.”
I stay silent, waiting for him to find the words
“He struggled with it,” Logan says sadly. “And every time it came up, it was never the right time. We had to wait forprogress, for Tristan to ascend to the Council and change things.”
“But then… Erikkson gave Tristan the folder.”
He nods grimly. “It was out of our hands then, but I still didn’t care, Sienna. I was a little worried about how an omega might affect our relationship, if it would be an issue… but all of that went out of the window when I met you.”
Swallowing, I bang my head softly against the wall. “But I wasn’t enough for you to tell me the truth.”
“You were more than enough,” he says forcefully. “Always, Sienna. We made shitty decisions, but not one of them was because we thought you were lacking in any way.”
Logan grabs my hand, hanging onto it when I try to turn away. “Listen to me. You, Sienna Michaels, are perfect.”
“Stop it,” I say quietly. “I don’t want—,”
“Yes, you do.” I jerk my head to look at him. He’s completely serious, his fingers tight around mine.
“You deserve all of the pretty words, Sienna. All of the compliments we should have given you from day one. And you can ask me anything, and I’ll do it, but I will not stop saying the things that I should have been saying from the second I saw you at our Bonding Ceremony.”
My lip quivers, and I turn away from him. My jaw clenches.
What do they want me to say?
“Did you know,” he says softly, “that my studio at home is filled with paintings of you?”
My head snaps around, and he half-smiles, the dimple in his cheek deepening. “I painted you every day. Painted the future I wanted us to have. And I’m working for that, sweetheart. I know you’re angry, and I’m not asking for your forgiveness. I have to earn it.”
Lifting my hand to his mouth, he twists it, his lips barely brushing the skin on the inside of my wrist. “I’m going to earn it,” he whispers. “I swear to you.”
I can’t take any more tonight, so I turn away from him, curling up wordlessly on the bed and closing my eyes. I keep the green blanket with me, and I flinch as Logan leans over, his hands gently tucking the sheets around me until I’m cocooned.
When I feel him climb off the bed, my eyes fly open in sudden, irrational panic, my heart thumping.
He spins around, holding up the pad he dropped on the floor earlier in a silent apology. The tension in my shoulders doesn’t loosen until he’s back on the bed.
“Sleep, Sienna,” he whispers. “Heal. Everything else can wait.”
His hand traces gentle circles on my leg over the bedding as I drift off.
27
GRAY
I’m leaning over the branch in my lap, working away furiously when Logan finds me the next morning.
“Hey,” I say, looking up at him. “How is she?”
Lo pushes his hair back from his face as he settles in next to me. The lines on his face highlight his sleepless night. “She’s devastated, Gray. We did that.”
No. I did that.
Much more so than Logan.
Swallowing, I keep going, the knife in my hand whittling away. I only stop when Logan’s hand closes over mine.
“Talk to me,” he urges, pulling the knife away and dropping it to the floor. His hands come up to cup my face. “Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”`
