Moira’s POV

The words are so cold, so calculated. This is Logan—the one who held me through nightmares, who promised we were forever, who marked me with such tenderness I thought I might break from the beauty of it.

Now he sounds like he's discussing a business transaction gone wrong.

'He regrets it. He regrets me.'

My legs move before I make the conscious decision, carrying me toward the pack house cafe. I need coffee, or tea, ...