All Chapters of The Pucking Ice King : Chapter 61 - Chapter 64

Logan left early for a morning meeting with the foundation board. Claire was occupied with a delivery at the service entrance, and the night nurse had already gone off shift. For a short window, the main floor was still in a way that felt usable. I waited until I heard the service door close. Then I went upstairs. Logan’s office door was unlocked. That was the first surprise. The second was how ordinary the room looked in daylight. Clean desk. Two monitors. Shelves lined with neatly arranged files. A single framed photograph of the ice turned face-down on a shelf. Nothing screamed secret. Nothing looked dangerous. That somehow made it worse. I closed the door behind me and stood still for a moment, listening when I heard nothing I crossed the room. The computer woke with a touch. Password. My pulse picked up. I tried the password Logan used for the household tablet. It worked. I almost laughed—not because it was funny, but because for a man who controlled everything, he ha

The dress Logan had chosen for me was pale gray, high at the neck, cut to say nothing at all. I stood in front of the mirror while Claire fixed a final pin into my hair and thought that even the color had been decided for me. Nothing bright enough to draw a camera’s eye away from Logan. Nothing dark enough to look like mourning. Just soft. Neutral. Forgettable. “You look lovely, Ms. Davies.” “Thank you.” There was nothing else to say to a woman paid to make sure I looked exactly the way someone else wanted me to. Claire stepped back as the door opened behind us. Logan stood in the doorway in a dark suit, his expression already arranged into the particular calm he wore for cameras. His eyes moved over me once before settling on my face. He didn’t comment on the dress. He simply held out his arm. “You look beautiful. When we get there, the photographs will take ten minutes,” he said. “After that, you can stay wherever you’re comfortable, but I won’t leave you alone with