Logan admitted he enjoyed the coffeehouse last night more than he thought he would. Of course, the crowd was minimal, so there wasn't the suffocating feeling he had Thursday night at The Wolf Inn. Madison being there was also a calming force, something—someone—he could lean on for support.
He sighed as he stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, running a hand through his dark hair. She had only been there a few days, but the thought of her leaving bothered him more than the fact that rogues chased her. Luca had called him again that morning asking if he thought Madison was well enough to move to the safe house. Logan told him no, but he had lied. Madison was well enough for anything she wanted to do, but he couldn't stand the thought of her safety being in anyone else's hands but
