Logan’s POV
Watching my child locked up in that room was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I wanted to break the doors down and get her out of there.
Even with the darkness inside her, she was still my daughter. She was still my princess and it hurt like hell to have to leave her there.
Listening to people calling her the thing or referring to her as “it” was like a knife to my chest. I wanted to rip everyone apart. She wasn’t a thing, she was my Sophie. She was my child, my princess, and one of the most important people in my life.
I was running my fingers through Emma’s hair, trying to get her to go to sleep. She was exhausted, but she was fighting to stay awake.
“You have to rest, baby,” I mumbled as I leaned in and placed a kiss on her cheek.
She turned her head toward me and I saw tears in her eyes. My heart broke again. I hated seeing her sad.