Logan Mason had never been a man who let go easily.
When he set his mind on something, he pursued it relentlessly—his career, his reputation, his success. He had conquered the entertainment industry, built an empire from his talent, and made the world kneel at his feet.
But none of it mattered now.
Not when the one thing he truly wanted had disappeared.
Aura.
She had slipped through his fingers like a wisp of smoke, leaving nothing but the ghost of her presence behind. He had searched for her tirelessly, scouring every corner of the forest, questioning Kieran's men, and even bribing those who might have information.
Yet, it was as if she had never existed.
And Logan was losing his mind.
Logan stood at the edge of the clearing where Aura's cottage once stood. The place was eerily quiet, stripped of the warmth it once held. The scent of burning wood and wildflowers that had once surrounded her home was gone, replaced by nothing but the crisp bite of the cold wind.
