“The room was familiar; my quarters in the Palace of Dyr. I sighed, relieved, until I heard the rustling of fabric. Expecting Sienna, I smiled and tilted my head in search of her. Instead I found a man leaning against the open balcony door, staring down at the countryside. My sigh drew his attention and he turned, pushing off the wall and gazing at me, his dark eyes filled with concern. "Logan?" I asked, blinking fast, not quite sure what I was seeing. How was Logan with me, in Dracys, when he w...as unconscious in my bed back in Tukats. Could it be that he'd recovered? "Logan? How are you here?" He sat beside me. Taking my hand, he kissed my fingers and I watched him, frowning as his lips touched my fingers and a spark flared. A spark that was the furthest from attraction or comfort of anything I'd ever experienced. "How are you feeling?" He traced a finger along my cheekbone and I shied away. "Awful. I have no idea what happened to me. I hope it wasn't food poisoning." I found myself conversing with him as if it was totally expected that he'd be here with me in the palace in Dracys.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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