Felix and Kai jerk back in response to what I said. Samuel killed them to gain control of the pack, and when it didn’t go his way, he turned to evil of the darkest kind. In the end, he wasn't our brother. The demon was using Samuel’s hatred to get his way. I can’t believe my brother would make a bargain with a demon. He hated me that much for taking what he thought was his. But with my brother dead, the demon would have no choice but to return to whatever hell my brother dragged it from.
“There’s more,” I whisper. I need to tell my brothers about the demon.
“What is it?” Kai asks, taking a step back and leaning against the wall.
Felix stays by me as I look between them.
“Samuel had help.”
Kai jolts upright “What?!”
“Who?” Felix snaps.
“They’re gone now. But it was a demon, he called an upper-level demon for help.”
My brothers stand there, their faces betraying the complex mix of emotions they felt.
Kai’s is the first to speak. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
I shake my head, regretting it instantly. I press my fingers to my temples and the world around me spins as I sway on my feet.
“Idiot.” Kai spat, starting to pace.
The door opens, and a familiar scent wraps around me. I pull back and take a look at Logan standing in the doorway, his expression a combination of surprise and relief.
“You’re awake,” he murmurs.
“Yes.” I smile hesitantly.
His being here surprises me. I remember telling him I was sorry, and I loved him, and then everything went black. I wanted to ease him into the whole world I lived in, instead he witnessed my brother killing Samuel.
Felix squeezes my arm.‘He didn’t see anything. He was so focused on you he missed Kai shifting.’
With a deep sigh of relief, I feel my shoulders drop, but the dread in my stomach still twists. I still have to tell him. Kai and Felix walk past me, and each gives me a soft kiss on the head before walking out the door. The whole time, Logan doesn’t take his eyes from mine.
My emotions begin to spiral out of control the longer he stands there staring at me. Tears escape my eyes, flowing freely down my face, and I swipe at them. In two strides, his arms are around me, and I can feel his warm breath on my neck.
I grip onto him tightly, breathing in his familiar scent like it's the only thing keeping me alive. I wasn’t sure if I would see him again. A whole new level of emotions swells when I realize it is over. Samuel is dead. I am finally free to share with Logan the details of my life and our connection.
Logan pulls back, taking my face in both hands, his thumbs gently stroking my cheeks, wiping away the tears.
“Don’t cry, baby.” His voice is hoarse with his own emotions.
“Sorry,” I choke out.
He leans down and his lips brush against my forehead, my cheek, and then my lips in a gentle caress. I cling to his waist, my hands gripping him tightly. Logan rests his forehead against mine and closes his eyes, his breath coming heavily and rapidly against my skin.
“I thought I’d lost you,” he whispers.
My eyes falling shut, I can feel the pain in those words. It tears through the silence around us, like lightning splitting the sky on a dark night. It dredges up old memories, reopening old wounds. A dull ache fills my heart, and a lump forms in my throat. Logan has been through so much. So much heartache and loss.
I don’t have the heart to tell him now. It can wait a few days. I’ll give him time. There’s no rush. Though, the longer I wait, the harder it will be. I am basically hiding who I am from him. He has the right to know I’m not human.
Logan pulls away and takes my hand, leading me over to the small sofa near the window. He sits me down and pulls a blanket from the bed to drape it over me, placing another kiss on my forehead.
“Want a coffee?”
I nod, my throat tight with emotion from his tenderness.
