Avyaane's pov

The moment I stepped into Logan’s wing, I knew I had entered another world entirely.

It wasn’t like Blair’s careless charm or zone.

Killian’s wing was screaming violence. But Logan’s space was stripped of softness entirely just

like dark abandoned wood, iron fixtures, shelves lined with old books and weapons polished to a

sheen. It wasn’t just a room; it was exactly like a warning. Everything about him breathed

control, oppression, and restraint that could snap into ...