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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 first 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?”
“He drove so fast that my asshole is still clenched. I don’t think he tapped the brakes until we got here,” Craig tells him dryly. I didn’t know he followed us.
“Get your guys out of the house. We need to clear the scene,” Logan says.
“What happened?” Duke asks, looking by us. “He really attacked?”
“Yeah. And Lana got lucky,” Hadley says as she walks by us, moving toward Craig, tugging his elbow. “Give me a ride home in case I have a concussion.”
My stomach tenses, and Logan gingerly brushes his lips over my forehead, not asking any questions about how I killed the man in my house. All he cares about is that he’s dead and I’m alive. All the details seem unimportant, as though I’m priority above all else.
He looks down, his eyes tortured with guilt.
“This isn’t your fault,” I say, knowing the bruises on my face are the reason for that look shading his usually bright eyes.
My wounds are nothing more than superficial. I’ve survived much, much worse.
“It’s all my fault. But no one will ever touch you again, Lana.”
His lips find mine, and I kiss him, deciding to deal with Hadley later.
When he breaks the kiss, he looks over at a man and woman as they drive up, not getting out of the SUV.
“Give us a ride to town. I’m getting a room for the night,” he tells them.
“My purse is-“
“I can manage a hotel room,” he interrupts, not bothering to look at me.
My lips try to twist into a smile, but I deny it, knowing a girl who just endured what I did shouldn’t be smiling about him being so alpha right now. I’m supposed to be meek and timid.
“Hop in,” the woman tells him.
“Someone should probably work the scene,” the guy says.
They seem completely unaffected or unnaturally guarded about their curiosity.
“He’s dead. There’s no scene.”
“Dead?” the woman asks in surprise, then narrows her eyes. “I wanted to be the one to take him out.”
“I’m taking a week off,” Logan announces randomly. “This case is closed. Hadley was attacked. Lana was-“
“Hadley?” the man and woman ask in unison.
“He gave her a shiner,” Logan explains. “I didn’t get all the details. But right now, I don’t know if I can handle hearing them. Let Donny deal with it for now. You two can come back after you drop us off.”
He keeps me in his lap as he loads us into the backseat. I don’t resist the seating arrangement, feeling my eyes grow heavy. With all the adrenaline pumping through me, I almost forgot it’s been over twenty-four hours since I slept.
Now I feel beaten and defeated by the clock that displays the hour. It may be closing in on forty-eight hours instead of twenty-four. We spent a while at Logan’s office. It was already closing in on midday then. It’d just gotten dark when I got home.
Now it’s… Fuck, my eyes are so blurry with sleep deprivation that I can’t see the clock. Can’t count the hours.
And I don’t care.
They talk as the dude drives. At some point I hear Logan refer to them as Leonard and Elise.
“Hadley got a hotel room too,” someone says, and that has me jarring back awake. Elise. It was Elise. “She says she’s too exhausted to go home, and too creeped out too.”
“Which one?” Logan asks.
“The new one closest to us,” Elise tells him. “It has a massage place. I’m sure that’s why she chose it.”
“Take us to that one. I’ll check in on her later.”
She still hasn’t said anything. If she was going to spill the pile of beans, she’d have done it by now, right? She’s been in contact with them, apparently.
“That other case was jurisdiction hell,” Leonard states, waking me up again. I didn’t even realize my eyes had closed.
“The cops were all pissing on their territory. Duke said it was his since the murderer was in his jurisdiction. That place said it was theirs since the burial grounds were in their jurisdiction.”
“Yeah, and they called off her patrol because of a pissing contest,” Logan growls. “Tonight could have gone severely different.”
He holds me tighter, but I pretend I’m still asleep.
“It’s a miracle she got that knife away from him. Hadley told me what happened. Sent it all in a long text,” Elise says quietly.
Logan stiffens. “I still don’t think I’m ready to hear it just yet.”
My heartbeat is in my ears.
“She fought, Logan. She fought for her life, and it paid off. She caught him off guard enough that he made a mistake, and he died by his own knife. Ran right into it. I thought that only ever happened in the movies.”
My lips twitch, but I say nothing. Hadley is keeping my secret if she’s spreading the lie to her friends.
But why?
Chapter 4
Death is a fearful thing.