Feeling quite pleased with myself, I was returning to my table when a shadow loomed over me. Strong hands wrapped around my arms, and I was hauled deep into the stacks before I could utter a sound. Screams built in my throat, as memories of that bag being jerked over my head pressed in on me. “Breathe, Precious.” His low voice broke through my ragged breaths, and for some fucked-up reason, I calmed. As I lifted my head, I found Logan staring at me.
