“Fine.” Damien turns back to me, sighing heavily. “Laura and William Day are your adoptive parents. I know that, because I was there when Logan handed you to Laura.”
I stare at him in shock, my mouth so open it’s a wonder my jaw doesn’t come unhinged. Then I snap it shut abruptly.
“Then why the f—” I bite down on that swear word as I realize he’s glowering at me, “were you trying to kill me?”
“I didn’ttry,” he says. “I’m Damien motherfucking Wells. If I were trying to kill you, you’d already be dead.”
I stare at him in confusion. “So all this time… I don’t understand. The others said… they said you wanted to be the one to put a bullet in my brain!”
“I might have mentioned it,” he concedes.
“Come on, Damien,” grunts Logan. “EvenIthought that you were planning to kill her. Why would I have gone behind your back otherwise?”
“Oh, so youdidgo behind my back?”
“Stop messing with me.” Logan blows out an exasperated breath through his nose. “You fucking know I did. You just told me so. Or was this all a test? Didn’t realize the Devil CEO was just a fucking immature girlfriend whotestsme.”
“Fuck off,” growls Damien. “Maybe I did say in passing we should kill her. And yes, I did smell the bullshit the minute youtold me she was missing. It took me exactly thirty seconds to figure out she was staying at the Astley hotel, and then she went straight back to her family home. And I still didn’t bring her in, did I? That was all your doing.”
“Uhm, no,” I cut in. “That wasmydoing. My friend and I stole visitor badges and—”
“Itwasmy doing,” Logan confirms to Damien, both of them back to exasperatingly ignoring me. “I mean, it was easy. As soon as I saw her in the building, I made sure the visitor badges gave her full access. Even knowing you had a vague desire to kill her, I still figured it was safer for her inside Devil Tower than out.”
It’s my turn to roll my eyes so hard they ache. The only people hurting me, or trying to hurt me, are the Devil founders and the guys they sent after me! What does Logan mean,safer?
“It would have been even safer in fucking Oregon,” adds the latter, “but so much for that. Her idiot boyfriend, what’s his name—”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” I say hotly. “And he’s not an idiot either!”
Both of them slowly turn their faces back to me, as if I’m the most annoying person on the planet. Though Logan has the shadow of a smile on his face as his eyes meet mine.
“Both false statements,” he declares. “Anyway. Enough chit-chat. Let me go get you the first-aid kit. Too bad Damien killed that asshole—Tony. I would’ve liked a word with him. In a manner of speaking.”
Spewing out a string of curse-words that make my swearing sound tame, he stalks off to the bathroom, before bringing back some gauze and antiseptic. He grabs a chair, sits right in front of me, and begins to dab at my wounds with cotton.
“Does it hurt?” he asks when I wince.
Yes.But that’s not why I’m wincing.
It’s weird to be sitting just inches away from him. Even withmy shitty eyesight, I can’t help but notice the soft look in his eyes while he gently treats my wounds.
It’s not the kind of soft look I’d ever imagine could belong to one of the power-hungry Devils.
“Better?” he asks, his voice even softer than his eyes.
I swallow and nod, not trusting myself to speak.
Even Damien seems kind of unsettled at Logan’s expression, looking resolutely away as his friend finishes treating me. Probably wondering when he turned into such mush.
I can’t help but begin to believe their words, even though the thought of my parentsnotbeing my birth parents feels impossible.
But the way Logan is looking at me right now… it’s as though I mean something to him.
Not that I come first. I couldn’t possibly come first to Logan Colt, of all people.
And yet…
“Did you love her a lot?”
