Chapter 37

A knock sounded at the door, and Logan bid entry. Two men staggered through the door under the weight of the largest portrait Haven had ever seen. As the men attempted to gently lay the painting down on his desk, she rose to her feet, unable to fight back the curiosity banging against the bars of her mind. If she was going to be blamed for vandalism, she was damn well going to see it. Before the men left, another one arrived. He held pieces of the portrait in his hands, and carried them as he would his own newborn baby. He laid the pieces beside the ornate frame, bowed to Logan, and left the room with the other two in tow.

Logan walked behind his desk, and stood staring down at the ravaged painting. His expression unreadable. She stepped forward, but stopped.

Maybe this isn't a good idea. Maybe I should just walk away and leave him to his...whatever this is.

She turned to the door, but his voice startled her. "Don't go."