I shoved my hands into my pockets and glared at the big brass '6' over the cabin door. Damn it. I got the wrong bed. I sighed. At least there's someone who hates the human or she would've died and I'd lose my chance forever. I clenched my jaw. No one has seen either of them for two days. I have no doubt Pierre squirreled them away somewhere. Perhaps a different level in the cabins?

Behind me, I heard laughter and turned. I forced a smile on my face as the vamp twins, Jamie and Kelly, came over.

"Oh," Jamie said. "You're...." He smiled apologetically. "Sorry. I can't remember your name."

In my pockets, I curled my hands into fists.

Of course you don't. No one fucking does.

"It doesn't matter," I said.

"What're you doing out here?" Kelly asked.

"Well, I'm looking for Logan," I said and the twins looked at each other. "We're in the same pack and we're having a special party. Do you know where he is?"

"Not really," Jamie said but I knew he was lying. "He's probably with Annalise. She's still pretty upset about everything that happened."

She's not the only one, you stupid vamp.

"Well, if you see either of them, let them know that...." I cleared my throat. "Just tell them that his pack is looking for him."

"Okay," Kelly shrugged and went up to the door.

I was leaving when I remembered the chalk in my pocket.

"Hold on!" I called and ran back.


The pain from losing my virginity was gone and my desire for Logan came back and he was more than happy to let me indulge. The pain on my neck, though, was still there.

"Let me see," Logan said and I turned in his arms. He touched it gently and I cringed. "Another day, I think, and you'll be back to normal."

I laughed. "No such thing."

I stretched and he kissed my shoulder. I smiled as he had me lie on my back and kissed up my neck under my chin and I gasped. He laughed.

"That's what I thought," he said in a low voice as he ran his nose up my jaw.

"What do you mean?" I breathed.

"Someone has a soft spot," he sang in my ear and I smirked at him, slowly running my fingers up to his neck.

He shut his eyes and moaned as I traced light circles.

"I'm not the only one," I whispered.

He laughed and took my hand, kissing the palm.

"You tired?" he asked.

"Of course," I said. "But I stink. I'm going to shower."

He grinned. "Can I join you?"

I giggled and nodded. He wrapped his arms around me in the shower and kissed me. I sighed and ran my hands up his arms and into his hair. He helped me wash my neck, apologizing when I hissed in pain.

"How long does this honeymoon last?" I asked, blow drying my hair.

"A week," he answered. "So we have four more days of just us."

I sighed and turned the drier off. I looked out the fake windows. The backdrop was a sunny day but I didn't feel sunny.

"Hey," he said softly, stepping in front of me. "What's wrong, baby?"

"I don't know," I whispered. "I feel like something's... off. We haven't heard from Walter or Pierre."

"They're probably just respecting our week," he said.

I looked into his eyes. "Do you really believe that?"

He frowned. "What are you saying, Annalise?"

"What if we had it wrong?" I asked. "What if it's not me?"

He bit his lip. "You mean you think they got the wrong bed?"

"It's possible," I mumbled. "Think about it, Lo. The damage done to my belongings was just ripping up my clothes and trying to embarrass me. They weren't doing anything terrible."

"Unless they were trying to distract us," he pointed out. "In which case, it's good that Kelly was making sure none of your stuff was under your bed."

I shook my head. "They would have succeeded if they hadn't torn up all my stuff. I would've just gone to bed without a second thought."

"So you think it was two different people."

I nodded. "Do you have Walter or Pierre's number?"

"Yeah," he said. "I'll give them a call while you dress."

I stood on my toes and kissed him. He held me tightly then brushed his nose against mine, something that seemed more intimate than anything we've done in bed.

I changed into my underwear then a pair of his sweats and a plain black shirt.

"Yeah if you could come over, that'd be great," he was saying. "No, I think she's right. All right. See you soon."

He hung up his phone then put it back in its hiding spot. He walked over and put his arms around me.

"Pierre and Walter are both on their way. I gave them an overview of what you're thinking. We'll go from there."

"Okay," I said. I tilted my head and stared into his eyes. "I meant what I said, Logan."

"What do you mean?"

"I love you."

He smiled. "And I love you."

I put my head on his chest and we stood, holding each other, until someone knocked on the door. I sat down on the floor and they all joined me.

"What are you thinking?" Pierre asked.

"Well, yesterday when we were doing laundry, I remembered how whoever trashed my stuff just tore up my clothes and tried to embarrass me. If they were just going to leave a death rune under my bed, why would they have done all of that?"

"To distract you?" Walter asked.

I shook my head. "Then they're stupid. They could've just left my stuff alone and I would've gone to bed without a problem. No. I think it's two different people." I scoffed. "I'm pretty sure I know who tore up my clothes."

"Suzanna," Logan guessed.

"Yes," I sighed. "She's been jealous of me from day one." I looked at Logan. "What if I'm not the target?"

The two men stared at me.

"What do you mean?" they asked in unison.

I held Logan's hand. "What if.... Have you talked to Garth Long yet?"

Pierre nodded. "I've never seen a man cry like that before. He's not the one who did it. He wants to see you once your honeymoon is over."

I frowned at the floor. "Logan, is there anyone else who knows you're going to be the alpha?"

He thought for a second. "Just Freddy and Peter like I told you. I was going to choose Peter as my beta." His head snapped to me. "You think it was one of them?"

I bit my lower lip. "Have they ever been in our cabin?"

"Just once," he said slowly. "On check in day. They helped me move my stuff in." He fell into silence again, clearly thinking. "I had them both put my suitcases on your bed, though."

"So they don't know what bed you're really sleeping in," I whispered. "One of them remembered where you put your suitcases and went with that."

"Holy shit," he breathed. "Fuck."

I gripped his hand tighter. "My life isn't the one in danger," I said. "It's Logan's."

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