Logan’s POV
I had to hold back from trying to slam my body against that fucking glass window between us.
I wanted to slam my body against it until it broke. I wanted to get inside that fucking room and take my mate into my arms. Seeing her, but not being able to hold her was torture. It was pure fucking torture.
“I am so sorry, Logan,” she said after Andrew finally walked out of the cabin.
He refused to leave at first, but Emma convinced him to go. We wanted some alone time. I needed her to tell me why she did it. I needed her to tell me why she didn’t tell me her plans.
I already knew the answers, but I needed her to tell me. I didn’t know why, but I needed to hear it from her. I felt like maybe it would get easier if she repeated it. I thought it would be easier for me to accept it if she convinced me that she made the right choice.
“Why, baby, why?” I asked as I leaned my forehead against the cold glass. “Why did you leave me?”