Pauline's POV
Strange. What made him walk away like that?
I remained frozen for a moment, watching Logan's retreating figure, before snapping back to reality and realizing how foolish I appeared. He hadn't bothered giving me any real explanation.
I genuinely believed we might finally have a conversation.
Returning to our table, I forced a weak smile across my face, though the unsettling sensation refused to fade. It clung to my chest like a weight.
"What was that about?" Windsor demanded the instant I settled into my chair, her gaze sharp with concern.
"Nothing happened," I mumbled, because that was exactly the truth. Absolutely nothing had occurred.
Arnold shifted toward me as well, his expression troubled. I had only recently confessed that Logan was my mate, and his reaction still puzzled me. He had simply stared at me for what felt like an eternity, as if I had sprouted wings, before abruptly switching topics. Tonight, however, he wasn't going to let this slide.
