Logan

 

 

A man who always sees beneath the surface.
 

Logan has lived his dream of being an artist for hundreds of years. He’s painted some of the most beautiful women in the world, but none of them compare to Meghan Campbell. When they are paired up to go after the next jewel, resisting her becomes almost impossible, but he knows he must. The witch is hiding something and until he knows what that is, he cannot fully trust her.
 

A woman who can lure any man.
 

As a witch with siren abilities, Meg has never had a problem with the opposite sex.  That is, until she met Logan. The irritating man seems to be the one person in the world who doesn’t succumb to her spell. Unfortunately, he is the one man she really wants.  
 

As they embark on their quest for the next jewel, tempers flare and passion ignites. But when a new layer of the curse is revealed, they discover their failure could put lives in danger. The two must work together to fight the rising power against them and hope that those who support the Clan survive the fight.
 

LOGAN
 

The Cursed Clan Book Three
 

MELISSA SCHROEDER
 

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Logan

Copyright © 2014 by Melissa Schroeder

Published by Harmless Publishing

Edited by Noel Varner

Cover by Scott Carpenter

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First electronic publication: August 2014

DIGITAL ISBN: 9781939734198

DEDICATION
 

To the three people who mean the most to me in the world-Les, Audrey, and Eliza. You remind me to live each day to the fullest and make my soul happy.
 

Logan watched his brother disappear behind the line of trees that protected the witch’s cabin. His chest was tight with worry, his head spinning with the revelations.
 

“He doesna believe.”
 

The simple statement pulled his attention away from the scene beyond. He turned to face the woman. If any person met her, they would think there was nothing extraordinary. A witch of her power could have much more than the tiny little cottage at the edge of the woods.
 

No one knew that she could destroy them. But he could tell, and he would paint her that way.
 

“He doesn’t want to believe,” Logan said.
 

She smiled, making her appear years younger. “Of course. He sees the woman, as you do.”
 

He shook his head. “No. I feel something, but I am not sure. It’s muddled.”
 

She nodded. “Yes. Your fate is not yet determined.”
 

The witch continued to pad back and forth, here and there. Various bowls bubbled with potions, and the pot over the fire steamed. He watched her for a few moments, waiting for her to say more. She didn’t.
 

“I doona understand,” he said.
 

She sighed but did not stop what she was doing. “You are hard to read.”
 

The statement came out as an accusation.
 

“Not on purpose.”
 

She shook her head as she stopped and studied him. Her eyes narrowed. “No, but I think you have something there, something more than most see.”
 

“I’ve no—”
 

“No, you don’t. But, you see things. Things that people don’t see. You look at people and see something else.”
 

It was close to the truth, but he knew she meant something else.
 

“I will tell you Logan of the McLennans, you must not let that stop you.”
 

“Stop me from what?”
 

“Accepting your destiny.”
 

Irritation crawled into his gut. He usually liked to play games, but this one was aggravating. “You’re talking in riddles again.”
 

“There will be a woman.”
 

He found a smile. “There usually is.”
 

A sound filled with a strange mixture of disgust and amusement escaped her mouth. “This woman will be an enchanter, one who can accomplish anything with just the sound of her voice. But you will be her downfall.”
 

“Is that so?” he asked, trying to get away from her. The first feelings of dread that spoke of something bad on its way were tingling in his skull.
 

She wrapped her small boney fingers around his forearm to stop his exit.
 

He looked down at her. Her gaze was unwavering, as was her voice when she spoke. “Heed me, Logan, this woman is a relation and I warn you not to harm her.”
 

“A relation of mine?”
 

She rolled her eyes. “No, of mine. You will meet the four who can save the five. Yours will be a woman who can woo anyone…but you. Protect her well, Logan, for you are her downfall.”
 

It was the same thing she had said just moments ago, and Logan had learned to pay attention when she repeated herself.
 

“I doona understand what you are saying.”
 

“If you forsake her, it will be the death of her.”
 

“Not of me?” he asked half jokingly.
 

She looked away, avoiding his eye contact. “You have another cross to bear, one that will almost break you. Remember this, you are stronger than you think. If you protect her, if you accept her for who she is, then you will be able to conquer anything that comes your way.”
 

He swallowed, fighting the rising sense of doom that seemed to fill her small house. “I’ve no idea what you are talking about.”
 

“I understand, that is all that is important. Go now. Be with your family.”  She released his arm. “I’ve things to do.”
 

Without looking behind him, Logan hurried away, his heart heavy and his mind filled with images of what was to come.
 

Her soft hands roamed over his body, as the scents of honeysuckle surrounded him and filled his every sense. She was killing him in the most wonderful way. Her tongue slipped over his flesh, following the path her hands had just taken. Logan’s blood heated. His cock hardened, as her mouth drew closer.
 

BAM! BAM! BAM!
 

Logan groaned, then pulled one of his pillows over his head, and ignored the knocking at the door. It was too fucking early to get out of bed. Anyone who knew him well—and that included just about everyone in the house—knew not to wake him up. Thankfully, blessed silence returned and he started to drift again. Just as he was about to fall asleep again, the sound started up once more. He shoved the pillow aside and scowled in the direction of the door. He looked at the heavy curtains and saw no sun peeking through them.
 

He refused to deal with anyone this time of day. The knocking seemed to dissolve, and Logan buried his head again. He wasn’t in the mood to face the day. Not after the night he’d had. There were dreams, then there were dreamscapes. He had always had vivid dreams, filled with premonitions or visions of what he would paint.
 

Lately, he’d had no control whatsoever and he seemed obsessed with just one set of dreams. These had centered on one very sexy, Southern Belle. Meghan Campbell had come to them in their time of need just a few months earlier and had yet to leave. Since she had arrived at the McLennan household, she’d been creeping into his dreams. At first, they had been simple enough, innocent even. After last night, there was no doubt in his mind what he actually wanted from the witch. Her voice had wrapped around him, much like the smell of magnolias, and each night the dreams became more and more vivid. There were times when Logan wondered what was reality and what was imagination. They were bleeding into each other and left him feeling slightly off-centered.
 

The images still played through his head and were the most erotic visions he’d ever had. He had dreamed a lot over the last few centuries.
 

The door creaked open slowly, and small feet padded across the floor. Normally, he would rise in case of attack. This morning, he just didn’t give a bloody damn.
 

“Sir Logan, are you awake yet?”
 

Bloody hell, Jack
. Maggie’s little boy was a joy most of the time, but he kept the worst hours.
 

“No.”
 

There was a pause. “But you just answered me.”
 

He sighed. Jack was very literal and rarely understood a joke. Knowing there was no way to avoid the boy, he opened one eye and bit back a curse. Jack had his face level with Logan’s and very close.
 

“Where are your parents?”
 

“Their door is locked. Angus said never to open the door if it’s locked.”
 

“Ah.” Of course his brother said that. Since marrying Maggie in a small ceremony last month, they’d been fornicating like rabbits. Considering Jack’s abilities, there was a good chance he could open that door without much trouble. And, that is how he ended up in Logan’s room. He would beat the hell out of his brother later.
 

 “Have you had any breakfast?”
 

“No.” He kept staring at him in that way only Jack had. Solemn and steady his gaze never wavered. It was unnerving.
 

“Is there something you need?”
 

Jack hesitated, then blurted out his confession. “I had a dream.”
 

Logan might be two centuries old, but he didn’t know how to deal with children. They often said things he knew meant something to the child, but they meant nothing more beyond the actual words. For a man who was known to see beneath the surface, he was at a loss. It wasn’t his fault. With the way they had to live, most of them avoided children. They saw things that sometimes were too difficult to explain away. But their lives were changing. First Jack had come to them with Maggie and now, Phoebe was pregnant.