"Etiennette, you should postpone your wedding for now. We'll return to Swalesbury, where both of you will meet my father," he said solemnly. "Then, and only then, can he make his decision."Logan considered Etiennette. After all that had happened, she seemed to have lost the joy and anticipation of
It was sweet… like cotton candy and honey. It was rapture, like floating among clouds. Every muscle in his body relaxed.About 10 seconds later, he finally pulled away enough to admire the changes that had befallen Etiennette. Her cheeks were pink. There was still a glinting trace at the edge of her
Etiennette and Logan got out of the car and studied the estate beyond the gate. Just the thought that this was where her mother had grown up—and now the abode of someone suspected of having a hand in her murder—kicked up an unpacifiable storm in Etiennette's heart."Let's go in," Erwen announced, lo
He showed the food on the table with a flourish. "Eat! I know you've suffered so much while being alone out there. It's our fault for making you go through even a shred of that. You must be hungry, aren't you? I don't know what's your favorite, so I ordered the kitchen to make something your mother
Etiennette could not understand why Hubert would ask something like that of her. She finally found her family, only to… live all alone again? That was just so upsetting!Granted, Hubert himself knew he was asking a lot. "I'm only asking you to do that for your safety and the good of the family," he
Logan felt his tension ease. "Now that's good news!"Aella considered the weariness on Logan's face. "You must be worn out too, Master Pearce. We didn't even give you a massage after your fight with Kai yesterday. You should take a hot shower before the four of us give you the massage you deserve!"
He ruffled her hair, his eyes lingering on the ring he had exchanged with hers. She had now slipped it around her index finger. "Would you look at my wife! You've just turned back into being a bachelorette!" He laughed.He put up his hand and flexed his ring finger. "Meanwhile, mine never left its p
Logan pushed the door open.A fair-skinned man in his 40s was sitting behind the desk. Spotting a buzzcut and a thin frame, he was well-kempt and gave off the feeling of one who had joined the military before. He scanned Logan as soon as he stepped inside—it made one instinctively suspect he might b