CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The warmth of Henry's hand in mine is a solid, comforting presence. But there's a chill that seeps through the infirmary room, crawling up my spine, and I can't help but glance away from Henry to the source. Logan stands just beyond the glass, his gaze piercing the distance between us like an arrow. His brown eyes are intense, always so full of life, but now they hold a weight that tugs at something deep within me.
I’m caught, trapped in the crossfire of two sets of eyes—Henry’s blue ones, filled with human innocence and trust, and Logan’s, echoing a wildness I’ve known all my life. The sharp pang of being torn slices through me, fierce and demanding attention.
I try to reach out to Logan with my gaze, to tell him that my heart still belongs to him, but he quickly tur
