As the gray morning light filtered through the window, Haven stirred when Logan kissed her forehead. Murmuring against his hard, warm, welcoming chest, she refused to open her eyes. She didn't want to wake up. Real life couldn't possibly compare to the dream she'd experienced over the last four hours.
"She ran away." His deep voice startled her, his words even more so.
She opened her eyes to stare dumbfounded into his face. "What do you mean, she ran away?"
"They found her a week later." He paused. She waited, her breath lodged like granite boulders in her throat.
"Investigators believe that in her hurry to escape justice, her carriage overturned. She was pinned beneath and crushed to death, her pretty hair and face were soaked in mud and fetid ditch water."
Haven gasped. "Oh my God. That's how she died. Oh, Logan. I'm so sorry."