hapter 143
His eyes burn into mine. He looks at me, as if I am the world in the palm of his hands, making me feel so seen, and yet I can’t help but feel guilty on the fact that I have kept him away from his pack for so long. It’s my fault that we are in this mess. My fault
and mine alone.
“Emily…” he breathes my name out, causing my heart to ache, “why didn’t you tell me about this?”
“Would you believe me if I told you that I don’t remember?” I whisper, hoping that he does not hear this admission.
I know he does by the look on his face. The way it twists from confusion, a flicker of distrust and flashing across his face before it disappears. I shake my head, unable to to terms with the fact that he won’t believe me.
“I can see the doubt on your face,” I force the words out of my mouth, unable to breathe properly, “I can see that you don’t believe me–”
“I never said that,” Logan close his eyes, shaking his head, “I do believe you. I want to believe you.”
“I don’t remember anything from my childhood. If I killed my cousin, then it’s probably why my wolf is stunted,” the words begin to fly from my mouth.
I’m unable to stop them. I’m not sure if I want to.
“I don’t want you to leave me. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I don’t know what I would do with myself if you left,” my sobs take over my body. I tremble on my spot in bed. My fingers try to get a grip on the pillow, but they feel so weak in comparison to the tremors in my hands.
“Hey,” Logan’s voice comes out firm. I look up at him. “I am never going to leave you. Don’t you ever say something like that. I am going to be by your side no matter what, okay?”
I nod, unable to bring myself to agree with him. To accept the fact that he loves me and will never leave my side….even if I am a murderer.
“What did the doctor say when you saw him?” he asks, guiding my mind away from the possibilities of the future, cemented me back into the past. I sniffle, wiping my nose on y shirt.
“He said that I need to find clues for my past to remember what happened,” I sigh, finally able to catch my breath as the anxiety leaves my body. “I have an idea on what I need to do, but I am unsure if I’ll be able to go through with it.”
“You know that you can come to me if you need anything, right? I’m here to help you through every step,” logan takes my hands and his, giving them a gentle and reassuring squeeze.
I shake my head. What I need to do does not involve him. He shouldn’t be involved in the first place, my past is as big as a mess as my present. I bring his hands to my mouth and kiss his knuckles, and attempt to show my appreciation and love for him.
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