Logan knocks on the door.
“Who is it?” Ro asks. She really wants to be alone right now. When no one answers, she puts down her tea and storms to the door in a huff. “What is i-“
The words die in her throat, as she stares into the eyes of this, older, different, Logan. Except as he stares at her, and she at him, the only thing that seems different to her is the gray in his hair and the creases in his face. But in his gaze, she sees her Logan. Could it be? Would the Goddess be so merciful to her? How-
“Ro.” Logan says, pulling her from her thought.
“Yes?”
Never breaking eye contact, he cups her cheek. The tingle of electricity that passes from her to him as well as the way his beast stirs in her presence lets him know that this is right. He takes a deep breath, and begins.
“Darlin, we need to talk.”
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