One hundred and eight.

Damien's POV

“Or what?” her eyes are dark as she continues to glare at me.

Logan begins to stir, his head rubbing against Irina’s shoulder as he yawns and opens his eyes. A smile spreads across his face and I watch as that flash of light runs around his eyes while he gazes lovingly at her. He doesn’t say anything, instead he turns his head to me, and he watches me in the same way as Irina does. Was he making her this way?

I try to keep my composure, “Did you have a nice sleep Logan?”

His head bobs up and down, but he doesn’t speak, it was so unlike him, normally he didn’t stop talking unless he was napping. Holding my arms out to him, I was hoping he would want to come to me, but instead he leans more into her, that light in his eyes getting brighter.

Irina turns on her heel, carrying him inside without even looking back. The nannies look at me in confusion, but I was just as confused. What was happening to my mate?

“It’s been happening a lot since you have been looking for Irina.”

Au