Kylie’s POV.

I was almost ready to tell Logan everything, to finally reveal my past. The mark on his neck had stopped me in my tracks—the shock of seeing it had stolen my words, leaving me speechless. As I gathered the courage to speak again, Logan suddenly looked up.

“The grilled fish! It must be ready by now,” he said, cutting through my shock with his abrupt exclamation. He stood up and hurried out of the room, leaving me alone with my swirling ...