Salena’s lips quirk and she tilts her head, silver hair sliding along her delicate shoulders. “No, they are different also.”
“I really don’t care what you are. I’m just so fucking happy you're here. After everything I said and put you through, you still came for me?”
Tears fill her sparkling blue eyes. “Of course I came for you. You are worth fighting for, Logan.”
My hands automatically reach for her face, my fingers sinking into her soft hair. I tip her face up to mine, my lips a breath from hers. “I fucking love you, Salena Cartwright.”
I feel her warmth against me as our lips touch, and I swear I can hear my heart pounding in my chest. I deepen the kiss, savoring the sweetness of her lips, and wanting her to know how much I love her.
Salena moves, her sweet scent filling the air as she straddles me.
I groan, leaning forward to nuzzle her neck, breathing her in. My arms wrap around her, pulling her against me. “Say it again,” I breathe.
Pulling back, she cups my face, her thumb running over the scars on my cheek. “Logan Sinclair, I fucking love you.”
We sit here, arms wrapped tightly around each other for a few minutes until the pain in my shoulder and side become unbearable. I grunt and shift around, trying to ease the discomfort, and Salena springs off my lap with lightning speed, yanking at my shirt as she desperately tries to see my wounds. My hands dart up, grabbing hold of her wrists.
“It's okay.”
“No, it’s not! You're hurt.”
“I’ll be fine. Nothing I haven’t been through before.”
The heat of her anger is evident in her blazing eyes, and my heart warms.
Carefully, I push up from the ground as Salena wraps her arm around my waist, helping me stand. “How did you find me?” I ask.
“Our connection is so strong I could find you in the blackest of nights,” she whispers.
A throat clears beside us, and I whip my gaze to the left where Sander stands. “Oh, and Sander told me you’d be here.” She chuckles, sending me a wink.
I pull her into my arms and press a kiss to the pulse in Salena’s neck, murmuring into her sweet skin, “Let’s go home.”
My eyes meet Sander’s over her shoulder. He has a shit-eating grin on his face. We turn to head back toward the car, and I look around the clearing.
“Hey, where’s Ash?”
“Ash disappears all the time. Just slips away without a trace, leaving only a faint echo of her presence and lots of questions behind.”
“We can’t leave her here.”
“Trust me, if she wanted to join us, she’d be here,” Salena says, guiding me back toward the cars.
Chapter Fifty Five
Salena
Loganissoexhaustedthat he sleeps the entire eighteen-hour drive home, his head resting against the car window on a pillow. Every time I glance over at him, and see his bruised and battered body, my anger flares up again.
Sander and I take turns driving again, and we make the drive with only stopping to pee. By the time we pull up to Logan’s house, I can barely keep my eyes open from fatigue.
I decide to wait for Logan downstairs while he showers, but I can't relax. Pacing the bottom of the stairs, my hands tremble as I try to think of the perfect thing to say to make everything better. For weeks, I lied to him. The stairs creak and I spin around to see Logan slowly making his way down.
“See, all better,” he jokes, holding his arms out.
“I thought I’d never see you again,” I confide.
Logan takes the last two steps and enfolds me in his strong, warm embrace. “I will never leave you, Salena,” he murmurs into my hair. “I’m so sorry for how I left. I was stupid. Even Ash was pissed when I told her what I’d done.”
