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Chapter thirty five: not yours to keep

Author: Lynda writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-11 08:10:50

Fiona's pov

“Are you awake?” Logan’s voice was barely above a whisper, but it sliced through the heavy silence in the room.

I opened my eyes, still hazy from the exhaustion that had clung to me all day. The dim light from the moon filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his posture rigid, like every muscle was holding back something. Maybe regret, or maybe pain, hope.

“I am now,” I said, voice cracked but steady.

Logan shifted closer, careful not to crowd me. “You were brave today. I didn’t think... you could do it.”

I scoffed softly. “That’s because you didn’t know me.”

He gave me a small, genuine smile, the first I’d seen without that hard edge.

“I’m learning.”

I stared at his hands, resting on his knees, strong but relaxed for once. All the walls I’d built around him felt like they were starting to crumble.

“We both are,” I whispered.

The past few days had been a whirlwind, rescuing Lila, escaping Magnus’s grip,
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