A man dressed in black strode over, tall and imposing like an unmovable mountain.
As soon as Hazel saw him, she instinctively sat up straight. Her spine stiffened, and a faint chill crept down her back. She did not know why, but every time Logan stood this close, her nerves reacted before her brain did.
“Are you feeling better?”
Logan stopped beside the bed. From his height, his gaze fell naturally on Hazel’s bruised arm. The faint purple marks stood out clearly against her pale skin. A shadow passed quickly through his eyes.
The steward had already told him everything.
About the blind date.
About Jacob secretly sending Mara instead of Hazel.
About how their meeting was never planned.
It had all been coincidence.
“They’re just superficial wounds,” Hazel replied casually. She lifte
