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“Why is that?”

“I don’t think she ever planned on marrying you.”

Logan opened his mouth and-

“Fuck!”

-threw the phone across the room, smashing it against the wall before he dropped his head in his hands, furious with himself for being so fucking naïve.

He never should have-

“So, I was tucking the children in a little while ago when I suddenly got hit with a wave of anger, which was a bit concerning since I was kissing Emma goodnight at the time. That, of course, was followed by soul-crushing misery that had me questioning my decision to read the Teddy Bear book again,” Jill said conversationally, drawing his attention to find her walking into the room carrying a tray covered with a kitchen towel and placed it on his bed.

“I will admit that it made me curious about a few things,” Jill said as she made her way to his bureau and selected three black neckties.

When he only sat there, she released a heartfelt sigh as she closed the drawer and made her way over to him. “It had me thinking about a few things that happened over the past week,” Jill said, gesturing for him to sit back.

After a slight hesitation, he leaned back in his chair, curious to see where she was going with this. “And what things would that be, Angel?” Logan asked, watching as she grabbed his right arm and placed it on the armrest before expertly securing it with one of his ties.

“Well, there was last week after the incident on the couch that we’ve been pretending never happened when I felt a surge of anger out of nowhere. Before I could really wonder about it, it was gone,” Jill explained as she focused on securing his left arm to the chair.

“And now?” Logan asked, watching her as she double-checked the knots.

“Now, I want to know how you knew that I was hurt,” Jill murmured as she shifted her focus to the third necktie.

“I heard Shane yelling for help,” he lied, shifting to get more comfortable.

Nodding absently, Jill absently toyed with the tie in her hands as she began slowly walking around him. “That would make sense if Caleb hadn’t told me that you were upstairs looking for me.”

When he didn’t say anything, she said, “Then, there was our first night here,” making him swallow hard as he thought about the shower. “It also made me wonder why I was able to drink your blood.”

“And what conclusion did you come to?” Logan asked, watching her as she slowly walked around him.

“I know enough from my father and Eric to know that this isn’t normal between vampires,” Jill said as she came to a stop behind him and wrapped the tie around his head, blindfolding him as he took a deep breath and said the one thing that he’d never planned on telling her.

“Because you’re my mate.”

CHAPTER 44

“Vampires don’t have mates,” Jill said hollowly.

“No, they don’t,” Logan murmured softly as she made her way around the chair to face the man that really needed to start talking.

“I’m going to need you to say something that makes sense now,” Jill said as she faced him.

“I claimed you the first time that I bit you.”

“You marked me as a minion,” Jill said as she thought about the moment when his fangs slid into her neck and-

“No, I claimed you, Angel,” Logan said, still not making any sense.

“How?” she asked, needing to know.

“I honestly have no fucking idea, but it’s the reason why your transition took so long and why I can drink your blood. It’s also the reason why we can feel each other’s emotions, pleasure, and pain. We’re connected,” Logan explained as she slowly nodded while she thought about everything that he told her about her transition, the changes, and everything that never made sense.

Until now.

“Did you know that you would feel my pain when you poured holy water on my arm to save it?” she asked, noting the way that he went still.

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