Gravity.
“Only because it bought me time. Because he’ll honor the bet,” I forced out.
The curl of Logan’s smile with his split lip was full of ire. “I think we both know that’s not true.”
I tried to hold back the welling of emotion. The moisture that burned. But I couldn’t. Couldn’t.
Not when for the first time in seven years, I felt it.
Hope.
Beauty beneath the betrayal.
And I found it in the man staring back at me.
Logan’s trembling thumb traced my cheek. “He can’t have you back.”
The words cracked.
Everything sizzled.
The man was a short-circuit to my mind.
“Thirty days,” I forced out. It was a reminder of our deal. It was all I had to give. I might get free of Jarek, but I’d never be free of my name.
That old possession burned through those stony, green eyes.
“Thirty days.” When he whispered it, I knew it was a lie.
“I’ll find the proof you need, Aster. I’ll find it and set you free.”
My smile was sad.
Because that’s where he was wrong. Because my heart, it would always, always belong to a man I couldn’t keep.
“Aster.” His breath turned needy.
Hypnotic.
He dropped his forehead to mine.
My lips parted, held by those eyes that looked at me with distrust and devotion.
I was sure it was the exact same way I looked at him.
I jolted when I heard the rustling come padding into the room.
Gretchen came up short when she saw me pinned beneath Logan. I squirmed to get free. Logan didn’t budge.
“Oh.”
She was wearing a bunch of pink curlers in her hair and a matching muumuu and slippers. She’d even taken the time to smear thick, pink lipstick onto her lips.
“Well, it seems I’m interrupting.”
Logan exhaled a heavy breath before he tore himself away.
I didn’t mean to whimper.