Logan's POV
I dragged my fingers through my hair and cursed under my breath, desperately trying to pull something coherent from the fog in my mind. Nothing came.
No matter how hard I concentrated, no matter how deep I dug into my memories, everything after entering that restroom last night remained a complete blank.
Just empty darkness.
Then this morning, I'd awakened to find Pauline standing in my bedroom wearing nothing but that damn silk robe.
I pressed my knuckles against my temples and stared at the harsh morning light streaming through the blinds. Each passing second made the weight in my chest grow heavier, more suffocating.
Why couldn't I remember a single thing?
This wasn't who I was.
Even during my most intense ruts, I maintained control. I had to. Self-discipline was the foundation of everything I'd built.
I never allowed my instincts to completely take over.
So what had changed?
Was she the reason?
