Taking a deep breath, I round the corner and enter the room. Felix twists around, his gaze locking on mine. Worry bleeds down the pack bond. Everyone is on edge. I know I have to be strong and a leader, but at this moment I have no words. I see Logan and Kai making their way up the stairs to the back porch. The cops must have come and gone. Kai opens the sliding door and Logan steps inside, his eyes immediately finding mine. The fire burning in them catches my breath, and I feel my hands tremble. Logan stalks toward me and frames my face. I feel a flood of calm and warmth surge through me. Logan’s eyes search mine, and I hate the sting of tears that burn my eyes, making my nose twitch. I turn my head and look out the window, trying to gather my emotions.
“Baby,” he whispers, drawing me into his chest, his powerful arms wrapping tightly around me. A few tears fall, but I refuse to let my emotions get the better of me. His chest rumbles against my ear, and my fingers grip his shirt.
“I’m going to the station to watch the interrogation,” he murmurs into my hair.
“You’re not doing it?”
“I can't, I'm too close. I don’t think I’d be able to hold back.”
I lift my head to look up at him, words stalling on my tongue as he stares down at me. Logan's palm cups my cheek, a dark deep energy pulsing from him. His thumb swipes across my bottom lip before his mouth descends on mine, stealing my breath, causing my heart to pound frantically.
Logan is hulking, intimating, and rough but also soft, kind, and real.
Chapter Thirty Four
Logan
Possessionwindsmetight,making it hard for me to draw in a calming breath. Salena’s worried turquoise eyes flash in my mind as I park my car outside the police station. I sit there a moment to gather myself, then get out of my car. The way she turned her head away and looked out the window like it could somehow cover up her distress, it was like she thought she could hide them from me, but I could feel her emotions. They pulsed from her in waves. When I saw the tears line her eyes, I almost snapped. It took all my willpower not to get in the car and chase that piece of shit down.
I reach the doors and push them open, stepping inside the station. Sander’s eyes snap up from my desk and he stands waiting for me. I make my way over, running a hand through my hair.
“You heard?” I ask, my voice sounding rough.
“Yes.”
I grunt and grab my case file, heading toward the interrogation room. Sander follows close behind.
“So, Kai found the guy taking pictures in the woods?”
“Yeah, all photos of Salena. He had a whole bag full of them.” Just thinking about it had my body tensing with barely contained fury.
“Did he say anything?”
“He was unconscious when I got there,” I reply, opening the door for Sander to go through first.
Sander’s brown eyes flare, and he tries but fails to hide his smile as he steps into the viewing room. I enter after him and my gaze immediately goes to the fucker seated across from Milo on the other side of the glass.
“Sinclair. Kellan,” the captain greets us.
“Captain,” I respond.
Sander nods and walks up to the glass, his head tilted to the side as he studies the guy. One thing I’ve always admired about Sander is his ability to see right through people’s bullshit. He has always seen through mine. It’s one of the reasons he knows everything about me.
The three of us stand there quietly, waiting for Milo to start. Milo is currently staring at the guy, who looks extremely uncomfortable. Good, make him sweat.
Milo leans back in his chair. “What’s your name?”
“Alexander Hastings.”
“Where are you from Alexander?”
“Denver.”
“What are you doing in Boulder?”
He hesitates before answering, glancing at the glass. “I’m a private investigator.”
“You’re a PI?” Milo asks skeptically.
