“Dakota,” Ronan mutters. Freezing horror runs icy hot through my veins. “He’s fine,” Logan’s voice is muffled in Ronan’s body. “He’s watching.” “And?” The whole room is full of charged silence. I’m not sure what to say or do. I just want to get away, but I also can’t tear my eyes away from the display of power and lust on the bed in front of me.
