LOGAN
It wasclose to ten when we pulled into the circular drive of the mansion hidden deep in the forest outside Redemption Hills. Night stretched long and dense across the heavens.
A shroud of debauchery.
An oozing of sin.
My knee bounced uncontrollably as I tried to breathe around the ten-thousand-pound weight that sat squarely on my chest.
I fought with the urge to jump from the passenger seat to go storming the castle like some kind of twisted knight.
My soul reeled from the star Taylor had asked me to read.
It consumed me in a fist of grief and a thirst for vengeance, tortured by what Aster had been through.
Her sacrifice.
Her loss.
Her pain.
While hatred burned so hot toward Jarek I thought when I saw him he might burst into flames.
Disintegrate into ash.
Like he felt me getting ready to splinter apart, Trent muttered, “Play it cool, man,” as he pulled his Porsche to a stop in the drive.
Jud was in the backseat.
Tension coiled in the air, bands that stretched taut between us and made every single one of us feel like we were going to snap.
I knew it.
I could feel it radiating off my brothers.
The truth that we were waltzing into the lion’s den.
“Are you two sure you want to go in there?” One last chance for them to back out because I wasn’t coming out of that house without my girl.
Whatever it cost.
“Like we’d let you go in there alone and miss out on all the action? I don’t think so, brother,” Jud cracked.
“Yeah, not gonna happen,” Trent added. “Besides, it looks like you’re going to need more than two hands for this little endeavor. And that’s what this family does…we lend a helping hand when it’s required.”
He smirked at that because we all knew this was a whole lot more than ahelping hand.
Things were bound to get wild in there.
Would likely end bloody.
It would be dangerous and unpredictable.
I took a steadying breath, opened the door, and pushed to standing, hand gripping tight on the case that held the stone.
Ferocity simmered in my blood, close to boiling.
My nostrils flared.