Rose Emblem

Logan’s P.O.V

Red. Red. Red.

No matter where I looked, that was the only thing I saw. I should have killed more. Five of my men weren’t enough. But a retrospection to the night I spent in the cage grounded me and I slammed my fist into my desk. The damn thing didn’t even budge. Fucking mahogany.

Closing my eyes for a brief second, I peeled them open almost immediately as images haunted me. My lungs tightened as if a rope was wrapped around them, causing a vicious pounding behind my lids.

Blood. Bruises. Hatred in her eyes. “Thank you.” I tasted ashes and bitterness on my tongue. I had absolutely no fucking idea what went down in the Beta’s tower, having trusted Damien with dominion to take care of the affairs involving the warriors and maids but he failed me. He had one fucking job, to make sure no harm comes to Aimee, yet… I punched my back into my seat.

The past few hours were the hardest times I’d ever gone through. Interrogating the maids and forcing them to tell the truth without