All Chapters of 45 Days with Logan: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀I arrived at the party with my mom, my heels clicking nervously against the polished marble floor.My mom never associated with anyone below her status. She floated only among the rich… surgeons, investors, and hospital board members. And she made sure I followed the same path, like a shadow stitched to her back.I have only one friend.Daisy.And that's only because her dad is a surgeon like my mom… and because Daisy dreams of becoming one too, Mom approved of her instantly. She believed Daisy was the kind of friend I should keep.How she got married to my dad was still a mystery to me. He had nothing: no influence, no wealth, no title. Just a kind heart and tired hands from working too hard.The party was loud and glittering, but inside me, everything felt dull. From the moment we stepped into the hall, Mom did nothing but parade me around like a prized possession."This is my daughter, Abigail. Future neurosurgeon," she would say to anyone she came across.My cheekbones

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀The ride to Yuma, Arizona, felt much longer than I expected. Every mile stretched endlessly, like the road itself was trying to test my resolve. This would be the first time I'd see Dad since he and Mom separated.I had always desperately wanted to visit him, even if it was just for a day. Just a few hours in his presence would have been enough. But Mom always condemned the idea, saying my dad would be of no use to me.Before the divorce, before the ugly separation, Dad had been the better parent. Mom was barely home. It was Dad who took care of me, Dad who showed up.When I was seven and got terribly sick, almost at the brink of death... it was Dad who stayed by my side.Mom barely visited me in the hospital. She always claimed to be busy, and whenever she did drop by, she would scold me that if I wanted to be successful, I shouldn't let a minor illness weigh me down.It wasn't even a minor sickness. It was pneumonia, something that could have killed me. But Mom never care

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀"Abbie!" I heard Ruby calling my name.I tore my gaze away from the stranger and turned, blinking against the sudden sunlight, to see her approaching. It took me a few heartbeats before I recognized her. It had been eight years since I last saw her, but somehow… she hadn't changed much.I wasn't surprised to see the way she was dressed. Ruby had always been that way. She loved wearing sleeveless shirts and shorts.What had changed were the little tattoos etched across her arms. Ruby had never had tattoos before. And her hair… her blonde hair now cascaded longer than I remembered."Abbie," she laughed, her voice like a warm spark in my chest, and she pulled me into a hug that felt like home.She smelled like cigarettes, but I still hugged her. Ruby never hid the fact that she smoked, and that was one of the biggest reasons why she and Mom never got along. But at least, a smoker was better than someone who was having an affair with someone's husband.She pulled back slightly,

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀I stood ten feet away from Ruby and Demon... yes, Demon. That's what I chose to call him. He's a demon who has taken human form just to cause havoc among humans. My eyes lingered on him as I watched Ruby talk to him. I didn't bother to listen to what she was saying because she was speaking French.I don't like him one bit, but I couldn't move my eyes away from him. I just couldn't explain why, but one thing I'm sure of is that I don't like him.I was just distracted earlier because he helped me lift my luggage from the porthole and because he smelled really nice... like smoky amber.To hell with his thick, dangerous eyebrows, his straight, perfect nose, his sharp planes of his jawline, his messy chaos of jet-black hair… and those lips. Those damnably thin, kissable lips.Wait... did I just say he has kissable lips? How the hell was I able to detect all his facial features in just a few minutes?Snapped out of it, Abigail Summers! I scolded myself silently, my pulse jumping

𝙇𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙉Thirty minutes. She had been unconscious for thirty long minutes, and all I did was watch her chest rise and fall slowly as she lay sprawled on the cold floor. Lay her down on the bed? I'd rather swallow a bowl of poison than do something like that. Caring for people isn't my thing. Hell, I don't even value my own life, so why the hell should I care about the life of some fragile little thing like her? Then why did I agree when Ruby asked me to let her stay here? I bet you're curious about that. Well… get ready to grow gray hairs waiting for the answer because there's no way I'm telling you. Not unless you somehow figure it out yourself. Which you won't. Because I'm unpredictable. I moved and walked like a ghost. No one knows where I walked into a room—unless I want them to. I'm like a dictionary no one can ever fully read. So don't even bother trying to understand me. I don't talk much. I act. My actions say everything about the kind of monster I a