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Aimee's P.o.v

My eyes were red-rimmed and stung from how hard I'd shed tears. I regretted physically assaulting Logan in front of his subjects but he attacked me first.

Hell he was hurting me both physically and with his words. I had no choice but no matter how hard I'd tried to convince myself, I just couldn't stop the guilt and….fear. He hadn't come to me or said anything to me after what had happened.

A soft knock on the door snapped my head up–since Logan announced me as his mate, I'd moved into a better room at the tower, this one I didn't share with Ella–and my stomach rolled with nausea. What is the one at the door? After I sniffled to clear my nostrils, I called, "Who's there?"

A tiny voice penetrated through the wood and the tension left my shoulders. "Come I .'

The door pushed open and Ella walked in tentatively, her eyes enlarging when she saw my wrecked form on the bed.

Stopping in front of me, she asked. "Are you okay? I…I'm sorry about what happened."

I offered her a sha
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