EIGHTEEN

"You okay, Aphrodite," Logan's voice softens as he holds me. I shivered in his arms, covering my face away from the scariest thing that had happened to me.

Just take a breather. Breath in and out.

I told myself as I gathered much of the air around me until my body was calmer and my heart was steady. And the alluring scent coming off from Logan's own body makes things faster for me.

Damn, he smells so good.

Okay, wait - no, do not think about how good Logan smell in this situation.

Aphrodite, focus. Focus!

I was almost raped, and if Logan hadn't been there to save me, then living shouldn't be my priority. I will kill myself and save the trouble of being humiliated.

"Damn, you pack a punch, Wolfe," I heard Clark coming out of the closet. I turned my head to see him picking up his pants and pulling them up as he wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. "I guess those muscles aren't for showing off after all."

Logan growled.

I could feel his muscle jerked, trying to keep himself held