Page 37 of Noctis

Logan nodded thoughtfully. “Why?”

“Because I should have noticed the two of them growing closer.” I gave the question more consideration. “Angry because they made a fool of me. Humiliated because other people obviously knew about it.”

Once I started, the feelings kept coming. Perhaps Laura was right, and there was something beneficial about getting things off your chest. “Confused, because Remy—that’s my friend—told me how long ago it started, but I have no way of knowing whether that’s the truth.”

Did Logan feel guilty listening to me describe the betrayal, knowing he’d inserted himself into my bed only hours after I discovered it? If so, not a trace of guilt showed on his face.

The meeting ended soon afterward, and most people made a beeline for the door. I hung back, earning a confused look from Laura when I told her I’d catch up with her.

Logan began stacking the chairs, presumably clearing space for the meditation session he’d mentioned. When he finally turned and discovered me still there, he startled before laughing at himself. “I thought everyone had gone.”

“I figured we needed to talk,” I said. “Alone.”

He frowned. “Is there a problem?”

I stared at him, marveling at his ability to give nothing away.

“Last night came as something of a surprise,” I said, deciding to skip the games and get straight to the point.

“Last night?”

Hs confusion appeared genuine, but that made no sense.

“What did you do last night?” I prompted with a raised eyebrow.

“I… had some notes to type up. I cooked dinner, watched a film, and then went to bed early.”

“And then?” I prompted.

“And then I woke up this morning.” His brow furrowed. “Where is this going?”

Something was wrong.

Even the best liar couldn’t sustain an act this convincingly for so long. I could understand him being discreet in front of the group, but we were alone now, so there was no reason for him to continue pretending. Yet I couldn’t detect a single flicker of guilt, shame, recognition, or anticipation that it might happen again.

Nothing.

He behaved as though he genuinely had no memory of entering my room.

Which made absolutely no sense.

“I couldn’t help noticing your neck?” I said. “What happened to it?”

His hand immediately lifted to the patch of sore skin. “I don’t know. I think there must have been an insect in my room that bit me.”

“Do you sleepwalk?”

It felt like a bizarre question, but sleepwalking might at least offer some kind of explanation. Whether sleep sex existed was another matter entirely. Logan had certainly seemed awake. We’d held several coherent conversations. Could a sleepwalker really behave that convincingly?

Besides, if one of the doctors had a habit of sleepwalking into patients’ beds, surely someone would have discovered it before now. The resulting scandal would have ended his career. The sting of rejection might have had me prepared to let go of my inhibitions to stick it to Tyler, but I doubted that set of circumstances was a common one in the patients he encountered.

“No.”

There was no hesitation. He hadn’t even considered the possibility.

I took a step back.

“Is everything all right, Rowan?”