Azura's POV
The distance between Logan and me was not long, but every step on my bad leg reminded me it was there. That sharp pain worked its way up through my hip. I kept my face even. I kept my steps slow and steady. I could feel the complete silence that had fallen over everyone behind me. It was the silence of people watching something happen that they were afraid to see the end of.
Logan heard me. He turned.
Those red eyes locked onto me. The snarl deepened into something that vibrated in my chest. He was coiled and still, like he was one second away from attacking.
I kept walking. I held both my hands up, palms forward and fingers open. I showed him I had nothing in them.
"Easy," I said quietly. "Easy, Logan."
He did not lunge. The snarling did not stop, but he did not come at me.
One more step. Then another. I was close enough now to see his breath in the cool evening air. I was close enough to see the heavy rise and fall of his chest.
