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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…

“Can I see my father now?” she sobs. “I did what I was told to do. I did it right,” she cries. “Of course, Erica,” I tell her. We still haven’t figured out how to charge her father for what he did. He’s been temporarily released just for this. I gesture with my head to…

There’s no way I’m right. There’s no way Lana killed and tortured him…I mean…right? She arches an eyebrow at me, as if challenging me to speak first. If she killed a man and waltzed into this place…she’s a fucking psychopath. No. I’m just too emotional. I walk away, ending the staring contest, deciding to get…

Yet she’s acting immune. Did Logan coach her on how to act? Or is she really that fucking stupidly unafraid? He charges her, kicking her in the stomach, before grabbing her by the hair of the head, jerking her up to her feet. A strangled sound of pain escapes her, and he pushes her into…

And she’s winning. He lunges for her, ready to prove himself, and she spins, the knife at her waist as she faces him. He runs right into it, and I hold back the sounds, now worried about being heard. She rolls her eyes as his eyes widen in shock, his features paling as he stumbles…

Got this down. And I wait. And wait. And wait. Sheesh. Finally, hear the telltale whoops and blares of sirens, brakes squealing on my driveway. Jeez. I’m glad I didn’t need to be saved. An entry that loud would have gotten me killed immediately, giving the fucknut bleeding all over my floor time to escape….

“Donny, you remember my girlfriend, right?” Logan asks, and my heart does little cartwheels for reasons unbeknownst to me. I’m his girlfriend. I have a boyfriend. This isn’t news, but it’s still making me gush like a thirteen-year-old who is hovering over the phone. I don’t even think about the fact he’s the guy trying…

“Duke got called away on this homicide they just called me about. Hadley’s stepfather was killed. He’s requesting to interrogate her.” He meets my gaze again, and I try to remain a stone wall as I think over the real reason Duke is probably there. I doubt it’s to question Hadley about the monster I…

The little girl shudders when she hears his voice, harsh and demanding. Duke tenses, realizing his error. “Sorry,” he says softly as the woman puts her arm around the little girl. She was just found last night? Yet the traumatized kid is clinging to this woman? “Sorry,” Duke says again, his voice barely above a…

She has a protective arm around the child, showing instant maternal instincts. She’s bonded with Laurel as fiercely as Laurel has bonded with her. In less than twenty-four hours. “So she has no idea how she ended up on your porch? And you never saw anything?” Her eyes narrow to slits. “I came in freely,…