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Twenty Eight.

Logan’s POV

Fuck!

This was not supposed to be happening. Uncle Liam could have at least given me a heads up.

“Auntie Kendra. You shouldn’t be here.”

“She is my daughter. You chose to hide her from me.”

“She may be your daughter, but she killed mom.”

I see a tear run down Lana’s face. Her brilliant brown eyes are wide in shock. Her lips parted like she was trying to say something.

“She killed Irina?” Auntie Kendra stares at me with a frown. Turning her attention to Lana, “You’re the one who killed Irina?”

“What did Uncle Liam tell you?”

“Not enough apparently!” She grumbles through clenched teeth.

“Lana, go back to the packhouse.”

She nods her head at me. Side stepping around her birth mother. Auntie Kendra reaches out to touch her daughter, but Lana recoils, picking up her pace and practcally diving out the door.

“You should have told me Logan. I could help.”

“How exactly? She killed your best friend. Whose side would you have chosen?”

Auntie Kendra’s frown deepens. Her eyes narrowin
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