Chapitre 26: Chapter Twenty six

Arya

In front of Logan's mansion, I feel oddly at home, perhaps because I have been here a good number of times, and I have experienced my first and best fantasies in this house.

Logan gets a hold of my arm and leads me into the house. We are welcomed by a servant who Logan ignores.

"Sir, welcome home, sir. Dinner-" he dashes past her like she were invisible.

For a second I feel bad for her, but then the feeling is replaced by a fat pride that my mate won't look at another female.

Logan literally drags me upstairs because he is going too fast I can't keep up his pace. Realizing this, he heaves me up in a blink and I am on his hips, my legs wrapped around his waist. A huge grin covers my face.

Kicking the door to the bedroom open, we get in. He places me on the table in front of a large portrait of a dark wolf, like Logan's but with burning hazel eyes.

"Who is that?" I ask while he gets his jacket off.