Arms wound around my stomach, caging me against a much larger body. Hot breath puffed against the back of my ear, tickling. A low growl shivered over my senses; making my every nerve stand at attention.
"Long time no see," I murmured, already knowing who was holding me. It took all my will not to hold the arms against me.
Logan's voice was like a heaven-sent. "Too long." The gentle grumble was just as I remembered. "Where did you go?"
I swallowed hard. "Alittle bit of everywhere. Never too far away though."
The arms tightened around me and a quiet growl ripped through the boy holding me. "Tell me the damn truth, Leanne. Don't bullshit me."
My jaw clenched. It had been a while since I had had to answer to anyone, so my natural instict was to rebel. I swallowed my initial reactionand forced myself to think about who I was talking to. This was Logan, my boyfriend, my best friend, the one person I knew I could always count on. I could tell him the truth. "I was on my way back from Seattle, coming back to see you. I was so intent on getting back that I forgot myself. I collapsed outside a law firm because I hadn't eaten in three days," I explained to him.
I felt his entire body freeze. "You were coming back?" The incredulous hope in his voice tore straight through me; making me feel like even more of a criminal than I already felt like.
"Just for a few days," I clarified quietly.
Logan pressed his face against my neck. "Please don't leave again." he begged, "I went crazy when you were away. I need you by me."
One of my hands tightly clutched Logan's hair. He was tearing me apart and he probably didn't even realize it. The layers of icy hate I had thrown around my heart collapsed as hot tears dropped onto my shoulder.
I swallowed passed the tears burning in my throat. "You're killing me, Logan. You're ripping my heart out."
Lightning fast, he turned me around and shoved me onto the bed. "What do you think you did when you left? You're my world, Lee. The one person I always want to be around, good or bad, no matter what. I stopped functioning when you ran away, and I don't know if my family and I will survive if it happens again." He loomed over me, pained anger burning in crystal eyes.
"Logan..." I reached up to him but he only stared at me.
"Why?" His demand made me cringe with the sorrow coursing through it.
"Why what?" I wanted to be able to soothe his pain, but the only way I knew I could was by telling him I wouldn't leave again, which was something I couldn't promise him.
"Why did you leave?" A tiny crease formed between drawn together brows.
Shame forced me to look away from him. "I did it, Logan. I killed that guy. I can feel it."
"Lee, you didn't know who or where you were," Logan protested.
"Exactly! I cant remember anything from before that night, so who's to say I didn't kill him? I don't know who I am, Logan. I have no clue what I'm capable of. And until I figure it out, I'm just trying to keep Jeremy and Jamie safe."
He took my face between his hands and forced me to look at him. "I know who you are. You're Leanne Geist. You were adopted by my pack leader and his mate. You're sweet and playful, a born mother, and you don't have a single mean bone in you're body. You're my best friend, my confidant, my girlfriend, and I'm 99% sure you're my mate." His eyes burned into mine. "You didn't, couldn't, hurt anyone, Leanne. And don't ever think you did something so atrocious again."
Tears welled in my eyes, but I looked away from him. I wished I could believe him so badly, but I just couldn't. My lack of memory from my first night as a Werewolf was just too unsettleing for me to be sure.
