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Author: Siwa Rose
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-03-11 19:58:17

Viola McCoy

My breath catches in my throat as Logan walks towards me. I school my features into indifference as his gaze meets mine. His gaze is steady and unreadable, but there’s something in his blue eyes—something I don’t dare decipher.

“It’s good to see you again,” Logan says in familiar way that makes my chest tighten.

Before I can even formulate a response, Julian’s arm snakes around my waist, pulling me against him. His grip is possessive, and his lips brush against my temple in a show of affection that doesn’t belong to us.

Not really.

“We must all be famished,” Julian announces. “Let’s eat first.”

I swallow down whatever emotion is threatening to rise and let him lead me to the dining table. Logan settles across from us and I can’t help but notice the slight tension at the corner of his mouth. I force myself to focus on my plate.

Dinner is silent. The kind of silence that isn’t comfortable or easy. My heart is pounding and I think they both would’ve heard
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