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"Oh, this is incredible,” Logan said. “Hi Nico. Had a good night?”

“Yes, very much,” Nico mumbled.

“Leave. Don’t you have any notion of privacy?” I demanded.

"I leave you two alone for one evening,” Logan drawled, “And suddenly, Cooper's IT specialist is in your bed."

Nico made a strangled noise and attempted to disappear beneath the blankets entirely. Why did Logan have to bring up the fact that Nico was Cooper’s IT specialist?

"I hate him now,” Nico informed me.

“Understandable. I hate him too.”

Logan pointed accusingly. "You called me paranoid when I suggested you liked him."

I reached for a pillow. Logan wisely retreated toward the doorway. "Breakfast in twenty minutes, lovebirds. See you guys at the packhouse!”

The pillow missed him by inches. His laughter echoed down the hallway. Nico emerged from beneath the blankets.

“I didn’t realize Logan could be this childish,” Nico mumbled.

“Now you know,” I said with a grunt. “Let’s get dressed. I have a bad feeling about this.”

My instincts proved right. After a quick shower with Nico, who claimed it was to conserve water, we dressed and headed to the pack cafeteria. I immediately noticed the curious glances pointed our way.

I had forgotten one critical information. Packs were terrifyingly efficient information networks.

Tony frowned at me over his coffee cup, looking like he was ready to murder me for sleeping with Nico. Cooper looked suspiciously amused, and even Griffin who sat next to Cooper, winked at us.

I considered relocating to another continent. Honestly, I was glad to head to the filming site for work.

The day passed in a blur of filming, security briefings, and Logan making kiss noises whenever he thought I wasn't looking. By evening, filming finally wrapped.

Crew members drifted toward trailers and vehicles while the sun disappeared behind the trees. I spotted my truck immediately, as something sat beneath the windshield wiper.

I stopped walking immediately. My wolf rose beneath my skin, alert and suspicious. Beside me, Logan noticed my expression.

“Isaac? What’s wrong?” Logan asked.

I was already moving. I swiped the small white and neatly folded envelope which was held in place beneath the wiper blade.

“Isaac, wait,” Nico called out.

I didn’t have a good feeling about this. Somehow, this letter felt worse than the chocolates and I wasn’t sure why yet.

Logan stepped closer. "More fan mail?"

"Don't touch it,” Nico said, moving up beside me.

“It’s not addressed to Logan,” I said, flipping it to the front.

In fact, it didn’t seem particularly addressed to anyone. I sniffed at it, but only smelled printer ink and paper. Nico gave me a nod. I took a card out of the envelope carefully, and opened it.

To my hero. My beautiful, muscular and majestic Orc King.

I stared at the words and behind me, Logan frowned.

"Okay, that's new."