Logan's POV
The phone is still buzzing in my palm when I stride away from Noah, the warmth of his lips fading too quickly as the chill of my duties set in.
I'm already annoyed. Peeved. Pissed that Rowan couldn't wait another ten damn minutes before dragging me away from my mate. From the way Noah's blush looked against his skin, from the way his eyes sparked when I kissed him, I could tell he wanted more.
I want more too.
Which is why I need to hurry up and get back to him.
I shove the phone back into my robes and breathe out sharply through my nose, trying to keep the irritation off my face as I fastwalk down the path to the Stronghold.
