Page 18 of Defiance
“Yeah.” Logan faltered a little. “That’s true. They’ll be meeting now. You’ll find out by morning.”
He showed Cole around the rest of the flat, pointing out the TV, the cooker, and everything else Cole could possibly want to know.
“Right.” Logan came to a halt near the door. “All being well, Aaron and I will see you tomorrow morning at nine.”
“What for, exactly?” Cole was thrilled about that prospect but also curious about what helping him adjust to pack life actually meant.
Logan hesitated, clearly reluctant to say. “We have pack etiquette to go over, also pack rules and other things you need to know. We’ll also be taking you to and from your training sessions with Paul and his team.”
“Kind of like a nanny?” Cole smirked at the look of distaste on Logan’s face. “Is that your punishment for me trying to escape? Babysitting me?” As punishments went, Cole thought it was relatively painless, far less awful than what he’d imagined would happen. “Seems like you got off lightly.”
Logan shot him a withering glare. “Believe me, we haven’t.”
I wish I could ask him more.
Biting his lip, Cole kept all his questions inside. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
“Yeah.” Logan waved in the direction of the kitchen. “Help yourself to anything in the kitchen.” He lingered in the doorway, gaze meeting Cole’s, and for one glorious second Cole was taken back to their time on the beach, lost in the depths of Logan’s grey-blue eyes. And then he turned sharply and left.
The door closed after him, and Cole slumped onto the sofa, hands over his face.
Jesus Christ.
What the fuck have I done?
