Logan Frost's Mysterious Identity

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The Leinhart Villa had regained its usual calm, but the echoes of the attack still reverberated in Mia’s mind.

The once serene home now felt fragile, like a house of cards teetering on the edge of collapse. Guards were stationed at every entry point, and the aftermath of the attack was being cleaned up.

Yet, the silence in the air was almost suffocating, a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded just hours earlier.

Mia sat in the drawing room, her hands resting on her lap as she stared blankly at the crackling fireplace.

The flames danced, their warmth contrasting with the cold feeling of confusion and anger still gripping her. Logan had saved her and her grandfather, Lord Leinhart.

There was no denying that. He had protected them with the precision and skill of a man who had been trained to fight off death, but even in the safety of the villa, her heart was still a battlefield.

She heard footsteps approaching and turned to see Logan standing at the door, his posture hesita