Il suo zaffiro

chapter 20

As soon as we stepped inside the house, Logan spun around to face me, his expression stormy. "Why didn't you stay inside the house and wait for me to arrive? He could've killed you!" His voice was sharp, the frustration palpable in every word.

I flinched at his tone, trying to steady my nerves. "I'm sorry, Logan. I was waiting for you outside because you said you were only a few minutes away," I explained, my voice small. I watched as his jaw clenched and unclenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek as he fought to control his anger.

"Fucking asshole," he muttered under his breath, his fists clenching at his sides. "He's lucky I didn't kill him," he shouted, his voice echoing through the hallway, and I flinched again. My eyes drifted to his face, taking in the fresh bruises forming on his cheek and jaw.

"Your face," I whispered, concern lacing my voice as I stepped closer, my fingers instinctively reaching out to touch the darkening bruise. The moment my fingers brushed his skin, I felt the tension in his body ease, his eyes softening as they met mine.

But before I could say anything else, Christy's voice cut through the moment. "What's wrong, Logan? What happened to your face?" she asked, her tone filled with concern as she appeared in the hallway. I immediately pulled my hand back, taking a step away from him, the warmth of our connection slipping away. Logan's eyes found mine again, and I could see the brief flash of sadness in them before he turned away.

"It's nothing," he replied tersely, she began touching the bruise on his face and he hissed in pain. "Dammit, woman," he cursed, pulling away from her.

"I'll go get the first aid kit," Christy said, clearly flustered, as she hurried off to find it.

"Sapphire," he said as he turns his attention back to me, his voice low and rough, "I didn't mean to yell at you." His tone was still firm, but there was a trace of something softer beneath it, something that almost sounded like regret.

"You were just worried," I replied, trying to understand where he was coming from. "I should've waited inside."

Logan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You don't understand how dangerous it is out there, especially with Roman lurking around. If something happened to you..."

His voice trailed off, and for a brief moment, I saw the fear in his eyes, the fear of losing control, of losing me. It was a side of Logan he rarely showed, a vulnerability hidden beneath layers of anger and possessiveness.

His voice softened, almost pleading. "I need you to trust me, to let me keep you safe."

I nodded slowly, understanding his fear. "I do trust you, Logan. I'm just... scared. Of everything."

"You don't have to be scared," he murmured, reaching out to gently take my hand. "Not as long as I'm here."

I looked down at our hands, his large, calloused one holding mine so gently. For a moment, I let myself believe his words, let myself feel safe in his presence. But there was still so much between us, so much left unsaid.

"Logan," I whispered, "I need to tell you something."

He tensed slightly, sensing the seriousness in my tone. "What is it?"

I hesitated, the weight of my secret pressing down on me. But before I could speak, Christy's voice called out his name. "Logan, I've got the first aid kit."

Logan's grip on my hand tightened for a second before he released it. He looked at me, a mixture of concern and frustration in his eyes. "We'll talk later," he said quietly, before turning to Christy.

I watched Logan's face harden again, the softness from our conversation slipping away. They both sat down on the couch and I just stood there, my feet weren't allowing me to move.