#Chapter 239: The Lock

Ella The weeks following the funeral passed by in a blur. Logan and I settled into a new form of comfortable, whatever ‘comfortable’ even was anymore. I was still living in his mansion for the time being, although it was becoming more out of habit than necessity. After everything, I couldn’t sleep at night. Neither could he. We needed each other if we were going to stay sane. Not that I minded, though. I liked having him nearby. Now that we had marked one another, it felt as natural as breathing or drinking water. One morning, though, I couldn’t seem to get the key that he had found off of my mind. He had pocketed the key as soon as he found it, making a promise to check out whatever vault it led to. I was curious, of course, but I didn’t push. But it had been weeks, and he hadn’t mentioned anything. I was brewing my coffee, waiting for the cup to fill, when I finally turned around and asked the question that had been on the tip of my tongue for days now. “Hey,” I