Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24: Yet Another Strange Event

Logan’s as sexy as ever, even with an annoyed glower on his face. "Why are you here?"

Amazing welcome. Why am I here? I wasn’t expecting him to be so unenthused by my presence.

"I wanted to thank you for saving my life."

He waves it off. "You would have been fine. It wasn’t as bad as it looked." But his eyes flick upward, behind me.

Glancing over my shoulder, I can see the gleam of a camera in the corner of the room.

Oh.

"Still. I felt like it was only right to thank you."

"Consider me thanked."

Logan’s dismissive attitude catches me off guard. This isn’t the man I remember from our heated encounter or even the one who lectured me about morality. His eyes, once warm and inviting, are chilly.

"Logan, I—"

"Is there anything else, Ms. d’Armand?" His tone is clipped, professional. Too professional.

I blink, taken aback by the formality. "Actually, yes. I wanted to ask about what happened at the hospital. I heard—"

"Nothing." He cuts me off, his jaw clenching. "If you have no official business here, I’ll have to ask you to leave."

The words sting more than they should. I take a deep breath, trying to center myself. "Look, I know things are complicated between us. But I thought after what happened—" frёewebnoѵēl.com

"Nothing happened." His eyes flick to the camera again, a subtle movement I almost miss. "You had an accident. I happened to be in the area. End of story."

Something doesn’t add up. The Logan I met that night, the one who made me feel things I’d never experienced before, wouldn’t be this cold. Even when he rejected me, there was regret in his eyes. Now? Nothing.

"That’s bullshit, and you know it." Testing the boundaries, I lean forward and lower my voice. If I’m right, he’s going to assume I don’t understand what he’s trying to do and try to give me another hint. "What I saw that night—"

"I think you’re confused, Ms. d’Armand. Perhaps the accident affected your memory more than we realized." His voice is cold and detached. "I suggest you speak with your doctors if you’re experiencing delusions."

He stands abruptly, towering over me, but there’s another glance at the camera, almost too quick to see. "You were delirious from blood loss. I can’t help you with answers. Only the hospital can do that. I think it’s time for you to leave, Ms. d’Armand. I’m happy to see you doing so well."

* * *

My bizarre meeting with Logan only raises even more answers. He doesn’t want us to talk on camera; why? Is SED also compromised?

And even if they are, what do I have to do with it?

Is my accident on the mountain somehow connected to the mole in our company?

And, how much of these rumors about Logan hitting a doctor is true?

I feel like some sort of investigative reporter lately, not an anti-magic security consultant. I’m not a good one, either. I was not made for these kind of high-stakes, high-risk games.

Well—I guess it isn’t really a game. People have lost their lives.

Mysterious people I have yet to actually verify exist in this world, anyway.

Quickening my steps so I’m not late to clock in, I call Penelope.

Knowing at least someone cares about what’s going on around me as my soul warming from the chill of Logan’s dismissive attitude.

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