Page 17 of Edge of Forever

“And that’s a bad thing?”

Logan sipped his coffee and met his friend’s gaze. “I don’t want her to find out about Nic from anyone but me.”

“Ah, fuck. I don’t know how you’re going to tell her, man.”

Even if there was a slim chance that she’d come around, he wanted to be the first face she saw. He was going to destroy her. And God forgive him, it was his fault. How could he ever make up for that?

Seven

She was drifting.

The black and the red mixing into a pretty bit of marble glass. Like it was a shell around her. Each time the red touched her, the black made it disappear.

I don’t want her to be alone.

Logan?

She turned to his voice.

The perfect caramel smooth tones of it. Like when he woke her in the morning. Rumbly and sleep-coated.

She wanted to roll under into his voice.

In his arms.

She tried to move her arms. She wanted to hold him.

The red was back.

I don’t want anyone to tell her but me.

Tell her what?

In the black and the red, there was his green.

The pale, spring green of his eyes.

She frowned.

Why was he so sad? His eyes so lost.

She tried to reach for him.

He slipped away.

Eight

Logan stood, his chair skittering away. “Izzy?”

“Do you want me to get the doctor? A nurse?”

He hovered over her, his knuckles denting the bed beside her shoulder. “Baby?”

“Don’t be sad,” she said in a voice that was more breath than tone.

“Izzy?”

She made a humming noise then her breathing went back to the deep sleep he’d been listening to for hours on end.

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