Chapter 107

• There was a sharp pounding in my skull and a soft hand caressing my curls in steady strokes. I let out a small groan as I forced my eyes open.
• Logan was leaning over me with a soft expression on his face. His hand in my hair stilled as I stared at him. His expression alternated between anger, fierce protectiveness and worry.
• I took in my surroundings and realized I was in our room- well, what used to be our room anyways. The chairs were turned over and I can see glass shards at the door of the bathroom. Wood splinters were sticking out of the door and the curtains had been ripped off and somehow replaced.