Page 63 of Ghost Hunted

I bury myself against him, desperate words leaving my lips.

“I’ve lost my baby… My Piper… I’ve hurt her, and now, I’ve lost her… Just like I lost her. My daughters. Piper and Jane… Jane and Piper…”

I’m so lost in my grief I don’t notice it at first when Logan stops rocking me. Then he pulls me back and stares at me.

“What did you say?”

17

Lia

“My daughters,” I repeat in confusion. “I’ve lost them. Jane and Piper.”

He pushes away the strands of hair that cling to my tear-streaked face. “What’s my name, baby?” he asks urgently. “Tell me what my name is.”

“Uhm… Logan.”

I let out a stifled gasp when he suddenly squeezes me to him, then presses his lips to mine.

“You remember Jane.”

“Of course I do. She’s my daughter…”

“You didn’t remember before.” He pulls me up, laying me down on the bed and going back to kissing me. “You didn’t remember them both at the same time. But now you do.”

“Oh.” I blink my eyes. “I didn’t?”

“No. It was always one or the other. Like they lived on opposite sides of your brain.” He kisses me again. “But you remember now. You’re going to keep remembering, and soon, you’ll be fixed for good. I know you will.”

I hang onto his words, allowing myself to believe them, to feel hope for the first time.

“And the minute you’re fixed,” continues Logan, watching me carefully, “we’re going to find Piper, and everything will be okay. You didn’t lose Piper, baby. You only misplaced her. Okay? We’re going to get her back…”

“And Jane,” I add. “I want to find Jane too.”

He hesitates for just a beat before smiling. “And Jane,” he agrees.

I let out a long sigh, my anxiety and pain melting with each of his words. I don’t know how he does it. How with just a few words, he can make everything feel like it’s okay.

Even when deep down, I know it’s not.

He holds me in silence for a long time, a very long time, so long that I start to grow drowsy again.

But then he suddenly says, “Lie down.”

I glance up at him and grow nervous at the sight of his hungry expression.

“Why?”

“You know what they say about orgasms, don’t you?”

“No…”

“Nothing like a good one to heal your mind. Close your eyes and relax, baby.”

I let him pull me down on the mattress, sucking in deep breaths as he uncuffs my ankles and opens my thighs. I should be used to it by now, but knowing his tongue is here, just inches away from me… Nothing feels more real than that. More scarily real.

“Relax, baby.”