Page 28 of The Untamed

“Who says you’d have to let go?” I reply in a breathless tone.

Logan’s eyes darken and he steps impossibly closer. Holy shit. He’s going to kiss me. I’m going to get my first kiss from this incredibly hot guy who, by fate, waltzed into my life without warning. I tilt my chin up, desperate for his mouth on mine.

I would give anything for a kiss from him.

Anything.

His nostrils flare as he devours me with his gaze. My eyelids flutter closed, hoping I’m inviting him for the kiss I need. I feel his breath tickle over my face and then—

“Logan!”

Someone calls for him just outside my cabin door, making both of us jolt apart. My face flames with embarrassment.

Logan scowls but then gives me another one of his delicious winks that promises more later. It’s enough to keep me from crawling under the bed to hide from all my overwhelming feelings.

Jace comes through the door, eyes quickly darting between us, and then motions for us to follow him. Outside, Rowdy has started a bonfire since the air is growing chillier as the sun sets. Several of our visitors are sitting on the wood benches, warming their hands and faces. The laughter of children by the goat pen can be heard as well. All of it is so…nice. I could get used to all these people who are making my home feel more like a community than ever before.

“Over there,” Jace says, pointing to a small woman with jet-black hair. “Shitfaced.”

Logan tenses at Jace’s words before muttering, “Unbelievable.”

The woman sees me staring and rises unsteadily from the bench, a bottle sloshing with liquid as she makes her way toward us. When she’s almost to me, she sneers at me. “Kristen. Logan’s wife.”

It takes a second to process her words.

Wife?

Logan has a wife?

Horror floods through me. Did I really misunderstand all of Logan’s actions and words? Was he being friendly but I took it as flirting?

Oh my God.

Logan snatches the bottle from her hand and glowers down at her. “You’ve had enough. Go to bed.”

She opens her mouth like she might say something, but one look at Logan—pissed by the way the vein in his temple jumps—and she decides otherwise.

Logan turns to me, not meeting my eyes. “Sorry,” he grumbles. “I need to make sure she gets back to our tent safely.”

Ourtent.

Fuck.

The sharp, stabbing pain in my chest Logan caused hurts worse than the constant ache I have for my brother. This pain feels like betrayal. A cruel tease of what I could have but will never get.

Logan looks over his shoulder as he guides his wife away, regret twisting his beautiful mouth into a sad frown. He mouths the words, “I’m sorry,” and it’s another knife to my chest.

Maybe I didn’t imagine things between us.

Maybe he did feel attracted to me.

None of that matters now, though. He’s married. Logan Greer has a wife.

And I have no one.

Dad caved.

For some reason, these people worked their way past his defenses, and now our property is crawling with them. I’ve never seen so many humans in one place before. Ever. It makes my skin crawl.

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