Logan POV

I was frozen.

My heart was thumping in my chest, pressing up against my rib cage, trying to leave my body.

I should be on my feet right now, tearing down the house, burning down the fucking world.

But I wasn’t. I was sitting on this couch with my fists clenched tight and a lump the size of the sun lodged in my throat.

I didn’t mean to listen to their conversation. I really didn’t. I had the papers regarding the ...