If there was one thing Amelia wasn’t expecting the moment she quietly shut the heavy door to Logan’s grand mansion, it was the sudden sound of his deep, commanding voice slicing through the stillness of the night.

“It’s almost midnight, Amelia… where are you coming from?” His cold, authoritative tone echoed in the darkness, sending an icy shiver down her spine.

The tension in his voice was unmistakable, laced with suspicion and a hint of anger.

Amelia’s heart skipped a beat as she froze, her hand still gripping the door handle. She snapped her head back instinctively, her wide eyes scanning the dimly lit room in search of Logan.

She...