He nods, setting the soup down on the table.The smell makes my stomach twist with hunger.
I grab the water, downing half the glass.“You live out here alone?”
“Yeah.”Just one word.No explanation.
I glance around again.The cabin is beautiful.Everything looks handmade: the table, the chairs, even the cabinets.
“You built all this?”I ask on a hunch.
He glances over his shoulder.“Most of it.”
“That’s amazing.”
He shrugs like it’s nothing, and silence falls again.
My fingers twist together in my lap.Part of me knows I should leave.The longer I stay in one place, the easier it’ll be for them to find me.But another part of me, a quieter part, feels safe here.Which makes absolutely no sense.After everything I’ve been through, trust should not come easily, but somehow, it does with Logan.
Maybe it’s because he saved me.Because he’s taken care of me and hasn’t pushed me for answers.
The soup has cooled enough for me to take a sip.I moan as it slides down my throat.
“I’m sorry I can’t give you more than soup right now, but once the doc gives the all-clear, I’ll make you whatever you want,” Logan says as he sets a bowl of Jello in front of me.
I’m so thankful not to be eating plain oatmeal that I almost start crying.Sure, this isn’t what I would’ve picked, but it’s better than the bland, rationed meals I’ve had for weeks.
I eat carefully at first, but hunger quickly takes over, and I practically inhale my food.
Logan watches me quietly but doesn’t comment, something I appreciate more than he probably realizes.
“You were running from someone,” he finally comments when I’m halfway through my meal.
My fork freezes.My heart slams against my ribs.
His green eyes study me steadily.“From the cult.”
It’s not a question.
I scan his features, licking my dry lips.“You know about them?”
His green eyes darken with rage.“They’ve been causing… issues.We’ve set up a group here to help those who manage to escape.The Midnight Haven.If I’d known that you were there…” A muscle jumps in his jaw as he trails off.
He would have come for me.I know it in my bones.
“My parents convinced me to come for a visit.I didn’t know they were part of the cult,” I admit, dropping my gaze to the floor.“They gave me to Michael.Their leader.”
“Gaveyou?”Logan snarls.
My gaze snaps to his.“Yeah.I was supposed to be one of his brides, but?—”
Logan leans closer.“But what?”
My cheeks heat with embarrassment.“I was too big.They barely fed me.”
Logan leans forward, removes my fork, and captures my hands, waiting until I meet his eyes.“You’re not too big.You’re fucking perfect.They wanted you too weak and starved to fight back.”
I take a shaky breath.“Maybe.It almost worked.”
He swears under his breath, and his hold on my hands tightens slightly.“Tell me what happened.”
