It wasn't strange for you to show up at his door. Even at 0300. What was strange was the fact that you were crying.

Logan didn't know how to feel. The tears on your cheeks made his chest ache, but the bruises already darkening on your skin filled him with an uncontrollable rage.

It took every ounce of self control he had to stop himself from rushing out to find whoever did it. It was only after he got you inside and made sure you were comfortable before he spoke.

“Quit sobbing and tell me who to kill.” Logan's voice was soft but with an edge to it. He meant every word. “I already thought of how.”