Pauline's POV
Destiny seemed to enjoy mocking me at every turn.
First the wedding, where I ended up in that damned seat beside him.
Now here I stood, trapped against a cold concrete wall in what looked like a construction site, with Logan's ragged breathing warming my mouth.
Terror should have consumed me. Rage would have been appropriate. Instead, my gaze swept the skeleton of this place, and all I could think was how absolutely absurd it appeared.
This house was nothing but bare bones and empty promises. No furniture cluttered the space, no fixtures adorned the ceiling. The whole thing resembled an abandoned warehouse more than a home.
My tongue clicked against my teeth. Was this really where he planned to bring Aliya?
Logan's stare never wavered from me. That was the moment I understood his attention wasn't simply fixed on my face. His eyes traveled everywhere, consuming and claiming every exposed part of my body.
Fire crawled up my neck, and I swore internally.
