Chapter 26

Elena

After I've shouted out my sentence, eerie silence and tension fill the atmosphere. Logan isn't speaking, and my chest painfully constricts—the fantasy I had about us getting our happily ever after crashes and shatters to pieces.

But I can't run forever.

Slowly, I open my eyes, daring to look up at Logan's face. I'm afraid of the emotions I might find there: disgust, loathing, maybe even hatred.

Instead, I find Logan blinking at me. Seconds pass, and when his eyes narrow slightly, I get up from my seat. Panic is swirling inside of me, and the instinct to flee kicks in.

I don't want to hear his thoughts, but he grabs my wrist as I try to pass his passenger seat, and his intense, blue eyes glare into mine. He looks angry, which is a given. I understand him for being mad at me, but I don't think I can handle it.

His voice comes out as an order. "Sit."

My heart squeezes at the coldness in his voice, and I sit back down on the