Logan circled her slowly, his gaze dragging over her like heat. Jean stood rooted in place, her back straight, refusing to show the chill crawling up her spine.
This wasn't the Logan Kingsley she remembered… not the man who once shared a cave with her on a storm ravaged island, not the one who built fires with trembling hands and protected her when they had nothing but each other.
This Logan… was ice.
"Tell me something, Jean," he murmured, now behind her. "How far are you willing to go?"
Her shoulders tensed. "I already said I'd do whatever it takes."
"Words are cheap." He moved again, stepping in front of her. "Actions… now that's where the truth lies."
She met his eyes, but her breath caught. There was something unreadable in them… calculated, cold, but with a flicker of something darker swimming beneath.
"I want to see how serious you are." He leaned in just slightly, his voice low. "Kiss me."
Jean blinked, confused. "What?"
