Sansa’s POV

The wedding hall shimmered with golden light, draped in roses and silk, but all I felt was the weight of his gaze. Logan’s eyes locked on mine, steady and burning, and my heart faltered in my chest. His hand tightened around mine—warm, sure—as if nothing in this world could tear us apart.

“I won’t let you go,” he whispered, his husky voice edged with a smile meant only for me.

For a heartbeat, I believed him. The scent of rosewood clung to him, grounding me. His ...