Page 35 of Shadow of Fury

His gaze rose up her body and the instant he saw her face, the anger he’d thought was fully contained burst free again. She must have seen it in his eyes because she ducked her head, letting her hair fall forward to hide the bruise he’d already seen. He stormed across the small space and grabbed her even as she shrank back from him.

“Who did that to you?” His voice contained a promise of sudden death for the person who had dared touch his mate.

“Nobody.” Her lips thinned into a firm line when he grabbed her jaw and forced her head back so he could see her face again.

She’d tried to cover the bruise that marred the right side of her face but it was too large to hide completely. The color was mostly hidden by makeup but he could still make out the yellow and blue tinge of the bruise beneath her eye and across her sharp cheekbone. He couldn’t imagine how bad it must have looked right after it happened if her shifter genes hadn’t already healed it.

“When did it happen?” he demanded instead.

That made her brow furrow a bit, “Last night, but I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine.” he seethed. “You should be healed by now. Someone hit you and I want to know who.”

“Why?” She held his gaze, daring him to answer but he didn’t hesitate.

“Because you’re mine and nobody raises a hand to my mate and gets to live.”

She jerked her chin free of his grip, “Aww, that’s sweet. Maybe if you’d cared that much about what happened to Lark, I’d actually know the truth of what happened to my sister?”

His teeth clenched, “This isn’t about Lark, this is about you. Tell me who hit you?”

“I already did. Nobody.” She tried to step back but he grabbed her upper arm and refused to let go when she squirmed beneath his touch. “I ran into an open cabinet.”

“Bullshit. Don’t lie to me.”

“Why? You’re still lying to me.” She shoved him and he released his grip on her arm.

She moved quickly, even in the heels. She was behind her desk in a couple of steps and he narrowed his eyes on her. If she thought putting a desk between them could stop him, she was delusional but damn she was gorgeous.

Even with the bruise that had completely stolen his attention and made him forget all his good intentions the second he walked through the door, she was beautiful. Her eyes flashed with heat and her chest rose and fell with quick breaths. Her fury was like a wildfire and he was a moth to the flame, mesmerized even as he knew getting closer was a bad idea.

“I’m not lying to you, Wren. There are just certain things I can’t talk about.”

“Like what?”

“If I could tell you that, I would.”

She huffed as if he was purposefully being cryptic, “Sure.”

Logan stepped closer but she took another step around the desk, keeping it between them and he scowled, “You know, I didn’t come here to fight with you.”

“If you came to see your father, he’s not in yet.”

“I know he’s not here. He was still in bed when I left the house this morning. I didn’t come to see him. I’m here for you.”

“I thought you said you didn’t come to fight?”

“I didn’t. I came to talk.”

She made a face, “Talk? We don’t talk. We bicker. We argue. We fight. We get absolutely nowhere, and nothing ever changes. But we don’t talk.”

He glared at her, “Then let’s change it, because I don’t want to fight with you, Wren.”

“Too bad, because I don’t want to talk to you.”

“That’s fine actually, because I mostly need you to listen.”

She opened her mouth, undoubtedly to argue with him some more, but he held up a hand and she stopped to glare back at him.

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