My breath hitched at the sound. I looked up at Logan, fear written all over my face.
Had they found me? Were they going to try to kill Logan?
"Hey, hey, go hide," I whispered, my voice came out short breathe, as my pulse raced
He furrowed his brows. "What? No!"
"You're not listening! You're going to die if they see you!" I muttered desperately.
He stared at me for a moment, then burst into laughter.
This time, I didn't find it cute. I think he had finally lost his mind.
"This isn't funny, Logan," I snapped, trying my best to hide my frustration.
He stopped laughing, his green eyes locking onto mine. His gaze darkened.
"Say that again."
I blinked. What?
I furrowed my brows. "What?"
"Say it again."
"This isn't funny?" I rasped.
His hands snaked around my waist, and I shivered at the contact as he pulled me toward him. My face collided with his chest, and he tilted my chin up, lowering his gaze to mine.
"Say my name," he whispered.
"Logan."
He leaned in closer, so close that if I moved even slightly, our lips would touch.
"Say it again."
"Logan."
A low purring sound rumbled from his throat, making me gulp.
"Logan."
He dipped his head to my neck, his breath warm against my skin as he inhaled my scent.
KNOCK… KNOCK… KNOCK.
The loud pounding on the door jolted me back to reality. I flinched, slipping from Logan's hold, suddenly remembering our current situation.
Logan cleared his throat. "Stay here," he said.
I held his hand, worry etching across my face.
But he pulled away like my touch burned him.
I blinked. What just happened?
Without a word, he opened the door and stepped outside.
I didn't get to see who it was or why they were here. I didn't get to know anything,because Logan never came back to tell me.
And I didn't see him for the rest of the day.
I had no idea how long I had been sitting on the bed, how long I had been worrying, or where he had gone.
I became very hungry, but I didn't dare acknowledge it.
I was fine. But at the same time, I wasn't.
My eyes drifted around the room, and for the first time, I realized,I had never really taken a good look at it.
Slowly, I stood up from the bed and let my gaze sweep over my surroundings.
The room is vast, yet there's a heaviness to it, as if the very walls hold secrets.
Deep charcoal walls, almost black,absorb the dim light from flickering sconces. Above, a chandelier of dark crystals shimmers, casting eerie patterns across the space.
It's elegant, but in a way that makes my skin prickle.
My gaze is drawn to the massive bed at the center of the room. Black silk sheets drape over it, the towering headboard carved from dark wood. It looks untouched, almost too perfect , like no one ever truly sleeps there.
That was exactly how I felt the first time I was here.
I walk to one side, where towering bookshelves stretch toward the ceiling. Running my fingers along the spines of thick, timeworn books, I pause and pull one out. The cover is heavy, the title etched in a language I don't recognize.
Because I can't read.
I was never taught how.
The windows are large, but they're hidden behind heavy velvet curtains that block out the outside world.
If I listen closely, you can almost hear the wind howling beyond them.
Something about this room feels... alive.
Like it's watching.
Like it knows things.
And standing here, in the middle of it, I can't shake the feeling that Logan is the kind of man who never lets anyone inside unless he wants them there.
"What are you doing?" Logan's voice sounded through the room.
I instinctively flinched at the sound.
"Goodness, you scared me," I stated as I held my chest.
No emotions crossed his face as he uttered, "What the hell were you doing?" This time, his voice sounded higher, with anger.
What did I do?
"You were born stupid, that's what youdid," my thoughts echoed in my head.
A quiet sigh escapes me as I slide the book back onto the shelf.
In the corner, a black leather couch faces a low glass table. A crystal decanter of deep red liquid rests on top.
Wine, maybe.
Or something else.
"I... I... was just looking around. I didn't touch anything, I swear," I muttered as I lowered my head.
You're so stupid, Dina.
You've upset him.
But the real question is...
What did I do?
Silence...
If anything could be heard in the room, it was silence.
I stood there with my head lowered, trying hard not to make him angry again.
Normally, my presence brings anger, hatred to people.
Maybe that's why he's angry.
My presence is a nuisance to him.
"I'm sorry," I managed to mutter, despite knowing my voice would annoy him.
People hated my voice. That's why I hardly speak in the castle.
He didn't say anything and just walked past me.
I looked up from my lashes as he dropped a tray of food on the table.
I gulped, making my hunger resurface again.
He didn't say anything, just went to the bathroom.
All that could be heard was the sound of the shower running.
I stared at the bathroom door, then back at the food.
Was the food for me or for him?
I walked up to where he placed the food.
The scent of fried food and spaghetti wafted through my nose.
My stomach rumbled at the scent.
"Eat it. He brought it for you," my mind rumbled in my head.
What if it wasn't for me? What if it was for him?
The sound of the bathroom door startled me as I shifted from my position near the food to where I originally was before.
I looked up from my lashes as Logan stared at the food on the table was right there, yet I stood beside the bed like a fool.
'You are a fool.'
"What are you doing?" he asked.
I didn't bother to lift my head to stare up at him.
"Nothing," I muttered.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you, kitten."