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Logan back. “Why don't you go back up there and finish playing pretend. I've got things here.”
    Logan narrowed his gaze, but said nothing. Stepping past Dennis, he wrapped an arm around my waist and walked with me in front of him. My head was spinning, and not just from the way Logan had arrived just at the right time either.
    I started to wonder what would've happened if I'd stayed home. Things could've been a lot worse.
    “Keep walking,” Logan said in a thin whisper. “There's a door right in front of us. I want you to go through it and wait for me on the other side. Understand?”
    I nodded, quickening my pace without looking back. But I couldn't help hearing Dennis screaming at me from the main room. The crowd erupted in a sea of voices, most of which seemed just as surprised as I'd been. Keep walking, Kira. For love of God, keep walking.

Chapter 5
    My heart jumped when the door to the small room opened. Searching around for something to defend myself with, all I found worth using was a cane. I held it in front of me, lowering it once I saw Logan's head poke around the corner.
    “Jesus,” Logan breathed, closing the door behind him. He took the cane away from me and pulled me into his arms. “Are you okay?”
    “Define okay ,” I said, wincing when my voice cracked.
    He drew in a deep breath and held me tight. “I am so sorry.”
    I frowned and looked up at him. “Why should you be sorry?”
    “Because. I didn't want something like that happening tonight. Here.” He guided me over to a sofa and sat me down.
    While he checked me for the usual scrapes and bruises, I got a better look at him as well as the room. His dark, grey eyes are what caught my attention first. Maybe it was the lighting in the room or the testosterone Dennis had most assuredly stirred up in him. No matter what it was, his eyes seemed more feral than human.
    As for the room, it was no bigger than my bathroom and had an assortment of items in it. Items such as the cane I'd used as a spur-of-the-moment baseball bat, floggers and cuffs. I shivered from the latter, the memory of Dennis holding a pair very similar to them still at the front of my mind.
    “Are you sure you're okay?” Logan asked again, gently caressing my cheek.
    I bobbed my head. “Just a little shaken is all.”
    “I can understand that.” He lowered down beside me and cupped my hands with his. “Did you know him?”
    I glanced down at my lap. “He's an ex.”
    Logan's body stiffened and he drew in a sharp breath.
    I sat back. “Is Marisa okay? I didn't ruin—”
    “Shhh.” Logan stroked my hair. “Everyone is fine, and you haven't ruined anything. I was more worried about you. When I saw that man grabbing at you, I asked Devlin to bring Marisa down from subspace. We can continue the demo another time.”
    “And...Dennis?”
    “The man I had to pull off of you?”
    “Unfortunately.”
    “He's fine. I had him escorted out. But if he comes here again, I'll have no problem calling the authorities on his ass.” He laughed at that. “Can you imagine? He threatened to report what you do out of your home and tell the cops I'm a part of it.”
    My eyes widened. “What did you tell him?”
    “The truth. You sought my legal counsel to get a restraining order against him.”
    “And he believed you?”
    “The man is scared shitless, but I don't think it would be a bad idea—the restraining order I mean.”
    I nodded. “Perhaps you're right but...” I let my shoulders drop. “I'm sorry. We were supposed to be having a night out, weren't we?”
    “We were. Still are if you want to get technical about it, but I don't mind just talking.” He rubbed at the little stubble on his chin. “Would you like me to give you a ride home?”
    “No,” I almost blurted out. “No...it's...it's okay.”
    He raised his eyebrows, then glanced at the door to our private room. “What if I go home with you? Not for sex, mind you. Just think of me as added protection. Just for