Thirty Two.

Lana’s POV

It was the worst I had felt in a long time. It hadn’t even been that bad in Logan’s pack. Every now and then my stomach would turn but I could always manage to cope with the stench. This was on a whole new level.

I watch as he moves room to room, grabbing what he considered to be my essentials. Sometimes he would check in and ask if I really needed it, but never argued with me when I said yes. I knew what he was doing by the way he packed. He was planning on never letting me return here.

“I think I got everything. Though you don’t really have much.”

“What’s the point in having a load of stuff when you constantly move? Besides, we came here for this.” I throw the piece of paper at his feet. I kept it in the hole under the sofa and when he wasn’t looking, I managed to fish it out.

He frowns as his purple eyes fall on it and picks it up. Carefully unfolding the crumpled, coffee stained paper, he stares at it, not speaking a single word. I knew it word for word though, I had sp