I’d been working from home with Logan for a little over a week. He continued to insist it was just safer this way. We alternated regularly between our actual work on the magazine and work in searching for my parents. He started with a pack around the area where my mother had found me but so far it just kept hitting

dead ends.

I came back into the living room where Logan was typing quickly on his laptop. His fingers were moving so quickly it almost looked as if he was moving at a faster than human speed. I smirked at him and placed the fresh cup of coffee I...