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There was a sharp pounding in my skull and a soft hand caressing my curls in steady strokes. I let out a small groan as I forced my eyes open.

Logan was leaning over me with a soft expression on his face. His hand in my hair stilled as I stared at him. His expression alternated between anger, fierce protectiveness and worry.

I took in my surroundings and realized I was in our room- well