Megan POV

“Do whatever you like,” I murmur, looking away from him. “Leave me alone. I want to sleep.”

His finger runs over my cheek, his voice thoughtful, “He left your face untouched. “I guess I should be grateful for that.”

I scoff but don’t say anything.

He seemingly waits for a response and then says, “If you want to sleep, I can offer you better accommodations.”

“No thanks,” I say dryly. “I don’t want to revisit the torture chamber. Once was enough.”

“I meant by personal chambers,” Logan is stroking my face. “You can sleep in my bed.”

I look at him now, and I remember what I said...