Page 47 of Betraying Him
I don’t know what I would have done if that was the case, but it wouldn’t have been pretty.
In a blink, Logan is out of his chair and charging toward me. He grabs me by the shirt and hauls me out of the room. He pauses for a moment to softly close the door behind him before dragging me to the theater room that sits at the other end of the house. I’d argue with him, but I know it would be pointless, and honestly, I want to hear what he has to say.
No, Ineedto hear it.
He finally lets me go with a shove, and I stumble a couple of steps before straightening.
“Is she okay?” I demand, her wellbeing taking precedence above everything else right now.
“Is she okay?” he booms, his voice echoing off the walls, and I’m grateful he took the time to close the doors between us and Savannah. The last thing I need is her waking up because of us. “Of fucking course, she’s not okay. She’s traumatized, and yet here you are letting yourself into my room where she’s sleepingand vulnerable. Are you fucking serious, Harley? Do you really want to scare her after what happened tonight? Do you really fucking hate her that much? Because from where I’m sitting, it should beherwho hatesyou.”
How can he be so smart, yet get it so goddamn wrong?
“I didn’t want to scare her, I wanted to check on her, you dick. You have no idea about my relationship with her, so I suggest you watch what you fucking say.”
His eyes darken, and I feel the rage emanating off him. “No idea?No idea? Jesus, you really are a fucking idiot. I know everything, Harley. Every. Single. Thing. Fuck, man, I know more than you do at this point, butthatisn’t the fucking point. Thepointis that tonight she was assaulted, and you care more about yourself and your needs than her. You’re a selfish dick, and you need to stay the hell away from her.”
He… he knows?
“You know?” I whisper, my heart thrashing in my chest, but I can’t bring myself to address the rest of what he said because honestly, I might break the fuck down if I do.
Because what he said is the truth. Iama selfish dick, and IknowI need to stay away from her, but I also needed to see with my own eyes that she’s okay. I can’t get the image of her whimpering in that alley out of my mind, and I probably never will.
“Yeah, I do,” he admits, his voice softer this time. “I need you to promise to stay away from her, at least until she agrees to see anyone other than me. She’s fragile right now, Harl. Don’t accidentally traumatize her more.”
I take a deep breath and nod. I can do that for her, I can. There’s just the question that’s been burning inside me since I found her, and even though I’m scared to ask, I need to know. “Did he…” I trail off, unable to say the words aloud.
Logan must know where my mind went because he shakeshis head, and the relief that hits me makes me double over, my hands finding my knees as I breathe properly for what feels like the first time tonight.
I can’t even begin to explain the emotions crashing into me, but I manage to get ahold of myself and straighten.
“There’s something else…” He trails off, a look of indecision crosses his expression that has my breath halting. Logan isneverindecisive. Ever. He does whatever the hell he wants when he wants to, without considering others. Whatever he’s about to say, I know it’s important.
“What is it?” I rasp.
“I know you’re probably wondering about what you saw between the two of us, but you should know that we’re friends and nothing more. Hell, that girl is like a little sister to me, and I’d protect her with my life, which is what I’ve been trying to do ever since I found out…” He shakes his head. “Anyway, I know about everything that’s been going on. I know what she did, why she did it, and what you’ve been doing to and with her ever since.
“I know you were hurt, Harley, and I don’t blame you for being angry, but she’s been protecting you for years, and I think it’s about time you do the same for her.”
With those parting—and confusing as fuck—words, he turns on his heel and exits the room, leaving me to wonder what he was talking about.
She’s been protecting me? That makes no sense. No fucking sense at all, but I have a feeling that whatever the truth is, it might just shatter every illusion I’ve built up for myself.
THIRTY-FOUR
SAVANNAH
My entire bodyjolts as I wake up, making a hiss escape my lips as the pain hits me in full force.
Logan must have dressed me in one of his shirts because I’m no longer wearing my torn sweater. I swallow a groan as I think about how awkward that must have been for him.
Not what I should be focusing on right now.
I slept on and off throughout the night, the nightmares I’ve struggled with for so long twisting into something even uglier.
“You’re awake.”
I tilt my head to look at Logan, where he sits in front of his computer. He’s been there all night, and I’m pretty sure he hasn’t slept.
