As Logan remains reclined on the couch by the fireplace, I approach and place my hands gently on his chest, straddling his waist. "You've been glued to your phone for hours now. What's got you so captivated?", I inquire, tilting my head curiously.
Without tearing his gaze away from the device he holds above his face, he responds, "I'm scanning Nexus for any other pureblood sightings and their corresponding reports."
My brows furrow in confusion. "Are you looking for information on the one that attacked us?", I ask, concern welling up inside me. The male nods in affirmation, his attention still fixed on the report displayed on his device. "Why?", I press.
"Because it's highly unusual for a pureblood to release its prey the way it did with us.", he explains swiftly, before setting his device aside and fixing his piercing gaze on me, "Since you don't have any more details about what happened, I need to investigate if there are any other reports of similar instances." A knot tightens in my stomach, and I can't shake the feeling that he might see through my lies. My breath catches in my throat, remaining there until the hunter redirects his leaden-blue eyes back to the screen.
I never told Logan what actually transpired that day. The things that pureblood said about him... 'Such potential wasted on a hunter. It's unfortunate that your kind is immune to our compulsion. I won't kill you, Logan. It would be a waste to end your life here No, I'll let you leave. Our paths will cross again, and when they do, you'll be ripe for the plucking~'
I fear the implications...fear the consequences if this information leaks...if it reaches headquarters. William suspected me of forming a pact with that demonic creature and turned hostile. Will he have the same reaction toward Logan if he comes to know? Will their admiration for Logan be enough to overlook something like this?
A chill dances down my spine, causing an involuntary shudder, along with a shaky breath, to ripple through me. "Feeling cold?", Logan's voice breaks through my thoughts, his eyes still glued to the screen. His free hand finds my arm, rubbing gently in an attempt to generate warmth. "Let me complete this report first—", he continues, "—then I'll light the fireplace."
I respond with a soft hum before sliding my hands down his torso, fingers curling around the hem of his T-shirt. Gripping the fabric in my fists, I slowly raise it, exposing his stomach. His gaze shifts back to me, curiosity evident in his expression. "What are you doing?", he asks, but I choose to continue without answering.
Leaning down, I maneuver into his shirt, slipping into the confined space with him. "Stop! You're going to tear it!", he warns, attempting to stop me as I push my head through the neck of the shirt. But it's too late. The seam at the shoulders rips apart with a loud tearing sound, allowing my head to pop out from the neck hole.
Logan's hand meets his face with a resounding slap, a groan escaping his lips. "This was my favorite shirt...", he laments.
I stare at him, guilt gnawing at my insides as I chew on my bottom lip. "..s-sorry...", I mumble, the apology tumbling out before I can stop it. I make a feeble attempt to slide back out of the shirt, but he swiftly wraps his arms around me, holding me close against him.
"Doesn't matter now...", he sighs, his lips brushing against the top of my head, "Stay."
Warmth floods through me at his words, and my arms encircle his bare waist. I bury my face in the curve of his neck, finding comfort in the familiar scent of his skin. The sense of security and belonging that I feel in his embrace soothes me, and his steady heartbeat lulls me to sleep.
After a long, peaceful slumber, I gradually wake up, lifting my head to find myself still atop Logan, who remains fast asleep beneath me. His arms are firmly curled around my waist, securing me against his chest as it rises and falls with each breath. A smile spreads across my lips at the sight before me, and I can't help but softly chuckle as I nuzzle him beneath his jaw.
