Logan
Icould hear Lucas yelling halfway across camp, the raging cadence of his shouts causing me to pick up my pace.All over, lights were turning on inside cabins and residents were sticking their heads out their doors to better hear the commotion.
“What the fuck, Willow!What the fuck! You and Logan? Really?”
“Please!” Willow sounded frantic and close to tears. “Please, just listen!”
“Listen? I don’t need to listen to you—I fucking saw you!”
There was a crash followed by a shriek as I was bursting through the door. Willow and Lucas stood on opposite ends of the room—Willow, with tears streaming down her face, Lucas, his face red from fury.The small lamp that had sat on the dresser lay shattered on the floor.
“Perfect,” Lucas growled in my direction. “Now you can both explain to me what it was thatI fucking saw.” His hands were curled into fists, his body tight and straining. He didn’t look like my little brother anymore. Without the scruffy beard and long hair, with his easygoing expression replaced with one of barely restrained violence, unease fluttered through me. I knew that face; I’d grown up fearing it.
“Luke, please understand,” Willow cried. “We thought you were dead!”
“That’s your excuse—you thought I was dead so you fucked my brother?”
“It’s not an excuse—it’s the truth! We thought you were gone and we… we…”
“It was me,” I interrupted. “I started it—it was my fault.”
Lucas slapped his hands against his face, a flash of astonishment mixing with fury. “What the fuck—what the fuck, Logan! You hate her!You fucking hate her!”
“I don’t hate her,” I gritted out. “I’ve never hated her.”
Lucas choked over angry laughter, rife with disbelief. “Is this a joke? This is a joke, right? You’re trying to tell me that I haven’t spent half my life stopping you two from killing each other? So whatwasI doing then—stopping you from fucking each other?”
“Luke!” Willow screamed. “Please stop—please just listen!”
Lucas swung himself in Willow’s direction, snarling, poised as if he might charge her. I went still, ready to dart across the room and tackle him if he as much as flinched in her direction.
“You hated him! And you hated her! And the second I’m gone, you’re all over each other?”
“No, it wasn’t like that!”
“What was it like then? Have you been doing this behind my back the whole time? Was it all a fucking act?” His chest heaving, Lucas grabbed at his short hair, pulling frantically at it.
Willow stepped forward, her hands raised in supplication. “Please just listen. It wasn’t like that—I promise you it wasn’t like that.” Her voice cracked; her eyes filled with fresh tears. “Nothing was an act.Nothing.”
Bitter laughter bubbled past Lucas’s lips. “You used to say how unlucky we were—that, out of all the people in the world, we’d gotten stuck with Logan.” He laughed again, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Andyou.” Lucas pinned me with a vicious glare, even as he continued to laugh. “Do you remember how many times you’d told me to leave Willow behind? Saying I was better off without her?”
Shame flooded me; I couldn’t even look at Willow. “Luke,” I growled. “Listen to me—”
Lucas’s eyes flashed, his expression sharpening. “Don’t tell me what to do—you don’t get to tell me what to do ever again!”
“I’m not telling you what to do,” I continued through my teeth. “I’m just asking you to hear me out. Can you give me that? You’re my brother and I—”
“You what?” Lucas laughed coldly. “You love me?”
“Yeah,” I ground out. “I fucking do.”
Lucas only stared at me, a dark and sinister smile overtaking his face, a look that had me clenching my fists in response.
“How many times, Logan?” he demanded, his tone as cold as his expression.
I stared at him hard. “How many times…what?”
