Chapter 67

Zoey's POV

"Logan, what are you doing here?" I asked in a shaky voice. Didn't I say I never wanted to see him again?

You never follow your own rules.

Logan took off his hood and lovingly clasped my hands.

“I’ll do anything, Zoey. Anything, really anything, but please don't plunge into your death, I would never be able to cope with that," he begged me, his forehead furrowed in worry.

“Miss, sir, we close the counter in two minutes. Would you like to have your suitcases checked in?" asked the lady at the counter. But Logan didn't take his eyes off me and looked at me sincerely.

He was serious. "Please don't," he breathed quietly.

"What's that supposed to be? A bad Twilight copy? "Come on now Zoey and stop making out with strangers," Zane laughed, completely misinterpreting the whole situation, but I didn't care about that at the moment either.

"Miss, your suitcases?" the woman asked, a little annoyed. I slowly shook my h