HANNAH

I swallowed the heavy, suffocating lump forming in my throat, desperate to claw back even a shred of the dignity I had walked into this room with.

My lungs burned as I finally found my voice, though it didn't sound like my own. It sounded weak, fragile, and utterly terrified. I hated it.

"W-what..." It was all I could do not to stutter, my tongue feeling like lead against the roof of my mouth.

I cleared my throat, forcing the next words out with a bit more grit.

"What the hell are you doing here, Logan?"

Logan didn't flinch. Instead, he chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that seemed to...