Free Logan: Her Warlock Protector Book 3 by Hazel Hunter

crowd, and then, blessfully, let Darren go. “You don’t understand.”
    She rushed over and started rubbing on her neighbor’s back. The color was returning to his cheeks. Caitlin could hear people shuffling down the street, the crowd dispersing now that the spectacle of violence was through. Darren was still limp in her arms, but was at least taking in steady breaths.
    “Are you okay?”
    “Yeah but who is this psycho?”
    She shuddered and looked back at Logan who was pacing. He’d brought her pleasure, connected her to her heritage, and explained about the Magus Corps, but how much did she really know about him? She only knew that Knights were bad and the Corps were saviors because he had said it. It was harder to believe that he was just the good guy here when he’d almost strangled a man in front of her. Caitlin had known Darren for over a month. He was a good man and just a visiting lecturer at Hopkins. There was nothing about him that screamed Knight of the Round Table or whatever the Templars were supposed to be.  
    She knew him far more than she knew Logan, no matter how she swore she’d thought their souls had touched.
    Glaring up at him, her voice still raw with pain and confusion, Caitlin added, “Logan, I need you to go or I’ll call the cops. Believe that.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

    “I’M SO SORRY,” she said, handing Darren a cold compress and easing herself down onto the other side of his sofa.  
    His place was the same size as hers and the same layout, just reversed. Other than that though, it was as different as night from day. Her place was just thrift store furniture finds and fabrics with Far East or Wiccan patterns on them. She’d be the first to admit it had a Bohemian vibe. Her neighbor, however, had nice, plush leather furniture, clearly some Eddie Bauer matching set, that a visiting lecturer salary could afford. That didn’t mean Mr. Castle didn’t have his own quirks. Oh no. There was a carved oak book case with old tomes that looked like original editions in bound leather. Additionally, along the far wall were different paintings of coats of arms. She was most impressed with the collection of medieval weaponry displayed on the shorter wall of the duplex. It included a mace, a broadsword and a few things she had no words for but had seen in movies.
    All looked well polished and pristine.
    “Wow, what is it you lecture in?”
    He blushed and held the compress to his forehead. Soft brown eyes twinkled back at hers. For a moment, she was taken aback by his shy smile and the dimples that dotted his cheeks.  
    “History of the Dark Ages. I do a lot of genealogy work too. Those are all crests that feed into my family line.” The blush spread to the tips of his ears. “And I must be the biggest nerd in the world.”
    “Not at all,” she replied. “If I had a family to speak of, I’d definitely be interested in following the past lines. It’s important. I understand that more than anything.”
    “May I ask what happened?” he added, leaning closer toward her.  
    Caitlin didn’t know who to trust or where to turn and, to top it all off, her senses were on overdrive. Reaching over, he brushed his fingers over the scar on her eyebrow.  
    “That looks pretty deep.”
    “I got it when I was a teenager. I…someone killed my parents and left me with that. It’s why I think what you do is cool. Like I said, you only have to ask an orphan to find someone who agrees with you that family is important.” Caitlin sighed. “I’m so sorry about Logan. I thought he was–”
    “Not a raving psycho?” Darren asked, gesturing toward his throat. “I gathered that.”
    “He’s never done anything like that before.”
    “Not to sound awful, but how long have you known him?”
    Her eyes narrowed, even if she’d had those same thoughts herself.  
    “I guess not long enough. I know you’re not someone out to harm me. You’ve been too good a neighbor for that. I can’t ever apologize