I hate this game she’s playing right now.
“We can’t touch anything on the scene until the feds get here,” one guy says, and she arches an eyebrow.
“I am a fed.”
“Until your—”
“Where the fuck is everyone? Why isn’t anyone answering their damn phones?” Logan’s voice has me snapping my head to the door.
“Lana!” he shouts, the clear sense of panic in his tone.
“Here!” I call out, my voice cracking sincerely. I’m not sure what Hadley’s about to do, and the tears that are in my eyes are real.
It may be the last time he ever looks at me with anything but horror and disgust if she tells him who I really am.
His wild eyes find me, and his entire body visibly relaxes as he charges across the room, not even noticing the bloody body before he grabs me, crushing me to him.
My eyes dart over to Hadley to see her watching us with an unreadable expression. She looks away, telling the cops something about the attack—another lie.
Logan holds me to him, his entire body rigid as I lean against him, absorbing his feel. He pulls back, his eyes scanning my face as he grimaces, taking in the damage.
There’s nothing physically wrong with me that I didn’t allow. Well, other than the firs
t hit. He got in one lucky shot that I didn’t see coming.
“What the fucking hell?” I hear him say, looking down now as he sees the Boogeyman for the first time.
He draws me back to him, almost as though he’s shielding me from the sight.
“She got lucky,” Hadley says, regaining my attention.
He looks over at her. “What are you doing here?”
“I came by to check on her after I heard they pulled patrols,” she says, lying again.
“I’ll let them brief you on the specifics, but let’s just say I’m going to have a hell of a headache.” She points to her bruised temple. Her eyes flick to mine before returning to his. “She saved our lives tonight.”
With that, she walks out, but I still worry what her angle is.
She wanted dirt, and I gave her far more than she ever expected. Why leave? Why not spill it all?
Logan cups my face, and I wince when he squeezes it too tight, thanks to the bruise that’s causing my face to swell.
“Shit,” he hisses. “Let’s get you out of here.”
Craig walks in, his eyes landing on the dead man in my living room.
“Well, that’s one way to close a case,” he says, his eyes wide in disbelief.
“Let the media know the case is closed,” Logan tells him before scooping me up, cradling me to him as though I’m fragile.
I let him. When he’s around, I don’t feel like I have to be so invincible. When he’s with me, I feel like I can just be cared for without being weak.
Like it’s okay to be vulnerable, because he’d never use it against me.
He carries me through the throngs of cops that are showing up more and more, everyone coming to see the Boogeyman dead with their own eyes.
“Lana!” The familiar voice has me looking over as Duke comes jogging toward us, so much regret coursing through his eyes. “I came as soon as you called,” he says, looking at Logan in shock. “How’d you beat me here?”