Logan didn’t argue. Instead, he took her to an old community center across the city.
The moment they arrived, children ran toward him laughing.
They hugged him and called him their “invisible guardian.” He secretly paid for their food, school supplies, and shelter. His wealthy brothers had never cared about the place.
Victoria realized something shocking.
The man society called a monster was quietly saving lives.
A few days later she saw him practicing sword training in the estate courtyard before sunrise. His shirtless body showed no scars or deformities. Just strength.
For a split second, the wind lifted the cloth covering his face.
Victoria caught a glimpse of a sharp jawline.
Handsome.
He covered his face again quickly.
Later, during a business trip across the Nevada Desert, someone sabotaged their car by cutting the fuel line.
A violent sandstorm rolled in.
Logan shielded her with his body until they found shelter between rocks.
While cleaning a cut on his shoulder, Victoria asked softly, “Why do people hate you so much?”
“Because I show them what they really are,” he replied.
When she handed him water, he loosened the cloth slightly.
For the first time she saw his mouth. Then his eyes.