Switched Bride True Luna novel Chapter 62

Emily

“This place does luxury picnics. Private chefs. Press exclusives if we want them,” Logan said, sliding the portfolio across the

counter.

It featured a glossy estate overlooking a lake, all manicured gardens and glass pavilions. It looked exactly like something his circle would devour–visibly expensive and painfully impersonal.

I didn’t even pretend to look at it.

“You want to stage another performance,” I said flatly.

He arched a brow. “You think everything I do is staged?”

I glanced at the proposal again. “When there’s a photographer assigned before the location is picked, yes.

Logan exhaled slowly through his nose. “Fine. Then pick something else.”

My fingers paused over the edge of the folder. I expected him to argue. To insist. But his tone wasn’t irritated. It was… curious. “You want me to choose?”

“I want it to feel real,” he said, then added, after a beat, “Or at least not feel hollow.”

So I picked a place.

And three hours later, we were pulling through the crumbling gates of an abandoned park at the edge of Blackwood territory.

It didn’t look like much–just overgrown grass, rusting fencing, a swing frame swallowed by vines. The kind of place people passed without seeing.

But it had been mine, once. My mother’s favorite place. The only corner of Blackwood that ever felt like it belonged to both of us.

“It’s not glamorous,” I said as I stepped out of the car.

Logan followed, glancing over the surroundings. “You’re right. It’s not.”

I expected judgment. But despite his words, he seemed open to whatever I wanted to share with him.

We walked through the tall grass together. I pointed out what had once been a fountain, a stone arch now buried in ivy, benches warped by weather. “She used to bring me here,” I said. “Before my father started hiding her.”

“She–your mother?” Logan asked.

I nodded. “She wanted this park restored. Said joy and play shouldn’t be a luxury.”

Logan’s jaw shifted like he wanted to say something but didn’t. I didn’t press. I just kept moving

“I want to bring it back. Not just for her, but for the kids. The ones who don’t get taken in by Packs. The ones who feel forgotten.”

“You’re not asking for my help?” he said after a while.

“No.” I paused. “But you can be part of it. If you want.”

We reached a curved trail near the old playground. My boot snagged on a root, and I stumbled forward—but Logan’s hand shot out, steadying me by the arm.

The contact jolted something in me.

His grip was firm, fingers curled just tight enough to ground me. He held my gaze for a breath too long. The tension between us wasn’t new, but here, away from the estate, it felt different. Less performative. More dangerous.

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Chapter 62

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