Chapter 11
Logan
He sighed with frustration. The female, Faith, refused to answer any more questions. She took the water he offered and the energy bar. The most he had learned was her name and that she lived in one of Brooklyn’s tribes. For a civilian, she was good at dodging questions.
She tentatively took a bite of the bar and smiled. “This is good. I’m surprised because the energy bars we used to get here on Earth tasted like cardboard paper.”
He was glad he had brought extra with him. She had taken a second bar from him after devouring the first. Was she starving?
“You should go easy. They are meant for warriors to use while on the battlefield or on missions. It not only provides needed energy but nutrients. One bar is enough to fill a warrior for forty-eight hours.”
Faith stopped mid-bite and glared at him. “I ate two of them. Will that hurt me?”
“It was most impressive.”
“I’m going to get so fat.”
He frowned. “You are tiny. You should eat more. Clearly, your body is deprived.”
Sighing, she took another bite. “You should eat something too.”
“I’m good but thank you for thinking of me.”
She looked at him with those green eyes, and he felt his body react. Faith was pretty and smelled good. When he moved closer to her, her response to him deepened her scent, and it was intoxicating. Her attraction was growing for him as well.
“Who is your male?”
“What?” she asked.
“Your male, mate. There’s a human word—husband?”
“I don’t have one.”
“That makes little sense. You are soft and attractive. Why wouldn’t a male claim you?”
“Around here, it takes two to make a relationship. I don’t want anyone in my tribe, and no one wants me.”
“They are fools.”
Her eyes softened. Logan could fall into those eyes, get lost, and be happy about it. He wasn’t sure if what he was feeling toward the tiny female was appropriate, but now, he didn’t care.
“I’m tired,” she said.
“Lie down and get some rest. We can’t go anywhere until the storm passes.”
“I don’t know why I’m so tired.”
“The adrenaline from the raid, eating, and drinking, may have contributed. Your body is exhausted.” He watched her shiver. “I can lie closer to you. My body heat might help with the cold air.”
She looked at him, then nodded. Faith turned her back to him and he scooted next to her. He desperately wanted to wrap his arms around her but refrained. Opening his jacket, he allowed his own body to warm her. Her shivering stopped.
“Thanks for saving me,” she whispered.
“You can save me next time.”
She giggled like she found the idea silly. Neither of them said a word, just lay in silence in the dark. Soon her breathing evened out to where he knew she slept. Once she was completely out, he pulled her into his arms and made sure his body heat reached her.
This was the first time Logan had to care for another person other than his mother. It made him feel protective of Faith. She had no male to take care of her, watch over her, love her.
Love? He didn’t believe in that emotional stuff. His mother loved his father. Where did that get her? Of course, his mother loved him, and Logan loved his mother, but that’s a mother andchild bond. Obviously, his father felt no such bond toward his only son.
He lifted Faith’s hand, admiring how small but strong she was. There was a speck of something red. Logan worried it was blood until he rubbed it off. He couldn’t stop watching her. Here was a female who had gone through a nuclear disaster and survived, living underground with little food and amenities.
If other tribes were in this much of a need, then someone needed to stand up for their rights. He would have to contact his commander and let him know just how desperate the situation had become. They would have to step in.
