Trusting the Devil

Chapter 11: Sage

Sage

Two weeks had passed since the day I looked death in the eyes and, by some miracle, it gave me a third chance. Two weeks passed and I still don't know how I managed to live. Two weeks since both Logan and I have been avoiding two subjects. I needed to do something. I couldn't keep silent anymore. He's been warm, sweet... almost too sweet that it didn't seem like him, like he was hiding something. I knew something bothered him, yet he had decided to keep silent. I could feel it through our bond. I hated that bond. It just proved that we still didn't fully trust each other. It pained me more than my wounds did as he cleaned them now. He was crouched in front of me and he looked up, his gaze full of love, but they were distant. I needed to speak. I needed to hear his husky, masculine voice that I loved. The only subject I thought about was the one he'd been avoiding.

"Hey...Bat?" My voice betrayed my nerves. I was unsure of what my future held. Scared that my almost-murderer would return and finish me for good. Unsure of what my parents were planning and even more unsure of what I was going to do about that. His smile fell, worry washing over his features.

"Sunshine... tell me what's wrong? Did I hurt you while cleaning your wounds?" He looked frantically at my wound, scared that more blood would gush out, "I am so sorry. I just need to make sure that it won't get infected." One of his hands reached to cup my face, the other resting on my lower belly, holding my wound as if he was scared it would get bigger if he didn't finish purifying it.

I bit my lip, "No, Logan. I'm not sure if I should ask this question or not."

All he managed was a smirk. "Ask away, love. Ask all that your heart desires and I will answer."

Perfect. Mate.

"Do you still want to kill who did this to me? I mean... I just..." My expression fell. What the hell was I mumbling? His gaze was burning through mine. Searching. Calculating. Through our treacherous bond, I felt his hesitation. What was he thinking? The mystery man could've killed me. Pure rage swarmed in my body but I managed to calm it down. Mary sent a woman to mentally train me and keep control of my powers since Choufu still hasn't returned. Every night, I would think of him. I told Logan what happened and he supported me and my choices. He pulled me back to reality as he tugged gently at my arm. "You just what, sunshine, hmm? Answer honestly." Ouch. I was pushing away his question regarding Helia since she hadn't talked to me since the attack so his persistence was justified but it still hurt. The woman was also helping me reunclock Helia. The trauma must've caused her to go back inside the walls she'd been in and I'd been dying to talk to her again. It'd been worrying me so much. And I missed her.

"I am just scared, Logan. Okay? There, I said it. I am scared that he would come back and finish me off for good. He was strong. Too strong and I couldn't protect myself... couldn't... protect Luna... she had to protect me..."My palms were sweating, and my breathing ragged. My head spun and I couldn't focus my eyes. Then, it hit me. I was having a panic attack. Logan's hand left my wound and secured my other cheek while rubbing both of them in a soothing way that sent a shudder down my spine. I had been bottling those emotions for too long and the last time I lashed out, it cost me a friend.

"Hey hey hey, Sunshine... Please, stop. Don't do this to yourself. Trust me, he won't come back. I'll explain what happened the day you were saved. I felt the torment you experienced the moment you knew I was going to keep your survival a secret. I'll speak, even if I don't want you. I don't want to see you having a panic attack because of me. Tonight. I had to sort out everything in my head before I was ready to tell you what happened," He smirked and continued, "In exchange, you will need to explain this...presence I feel inside of you. Deal?"

A nod was all that I managed. Maybe he'd be able to help me get Helia back.

"Good girl."

He finished tending to my wounds and helped me get up from bed, ascend the stairs to the dining area, and eat breakfast with the family. I was still getting used to using my body alone but it was still a work in progress. Eating was sometimes an unfeasible task as my stomach would revolt against blood. Today, it was the first time that I could eat downstairs and not in the room. It was like I was in a prison for the last two weeks. There were some fruits on the table which was very strange given Nina had already eaten and was just attending out of respect. I shot Logan a questioning look as I stopped short at the door of the dining area. That devilish smirk revealed he had something up his sleeve. He looked exquisite. His blue eyes burned holes and knitted them back together with his love. His amazing fluffy black hair. His sinful muscular body. God. I groaned internally at the sight in front of me. Butterflies swarmed in every corner of my body and Logan's brows shot up in surprise. I threw him a shrug with an innocent look. Unfortunately, I got caught because his expression relaxed and he chuckled. This chuckle had done numbers on me and I was praying that he couldn't sense it as badly as I was. His grip on my waist tightened as he whispered in my ear his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my earlobe, "Love, don't start something you can't finish. How about I marry you right this second, hmm? Would you like that? Because I would do it right here, right now. You know that, don't you?" His masculine voice was laced with possessiveness and longing.