LOGIN“There is nothing far-fetched about it!” Camille exclaimed, “I get okay, this is Clarissa, your Doc, and you’re still having trouble accepting what happened or that she could do anything like it, but you have to.” Then she turned to me, "What other symptoms?’ I shot Sarah an apologetic glance then proceeded to answer Camille, “I don’t know what symptoms. I did ask for pictures and more samples of Eliza, I suppose she’ll contact me when she’s ready to make it available.” “Well, I suppose that makes some sense. But what exactly does Clarissa have to gain from creating something like that?” Camille asked. “Maybe she plans on selling it?” I shrugged, “I mean going on the run, one would need funds and all that.” “Okay, that does check out. But I mean, it’s not like she was poor or anything,” she added. Throughout this time, Sarah got into her bed and drew the covers over her head. “Sarah?” I called out softly, got up from my bed, and join
“What?” I snarked, “What are you looking at?” “You said you were right there, so here I am looking at you.” “Ha ha. Very funny.” I said, deadpan, “What exactly were you two talking about with the mind link?” “I was explaining to him that it would be in his best interests to provide me with the information I demanded from him.” “You mean the morgue friends of his?” I asked. “Yes.” He shot Jordan another warning look, “Watch yourself, pup.” “Okay, now that is just ridiculous!” Jordan exploded, “You are not that older than me, so enough with that whole 'pup' shit.” “Watch your tone with me boy.” Killian replied, voice cold as eyes, his eyes bled to black, “Or I will rip out your tongue and feed it to you.” That was not Killian, but his wolf, and it was beginning to growl now. Jordan remained rooted to a spot, warily watching Killian. He knew that one wrong move could very well get him maimed or worse, killed. I let out a sigh, and it seemed that single movement had it turning its
“I understand that. Truly I do.” He was starting to sound desperate now, “But wounds can heal. And I want to help you heal Marybeth.” He was starting to sound like a broken record now, and she was tired of hearing him speak.’Logan.” She said, an air of finality in her tone, “I don’t understand what it is exactly that you are asking of me. I mean, you say you want to be with me yet you want me to be content with you “handling” Christa. I mean what exactly does that even mean?” “It means we get to be together no matter what.” He replied, “You don’t need to worry about Christa.” He paused, “In fact see this as an opportunity to do to her what she did to you.” “What?” “She terrorized you didn’t she?” He said, his eyes had an eager gleam in them, “Made your lives miserable, and now you can do the same thing to her.” She scoffed in disbelief. So he knew. He knew what Christa was doing
“I understand that. Truly I do.” He was starting to sound desperate now, “But wounds can heal. And I want to help you heal Marybeth.” He was starting to sound like a broken record now, and she was tired of hearing him speak.’Logan.” She said, an air of finality in her tone, “I don’t understand what it is exactly that you are asking of me. I mean, you say you want to be with me yet you want me to be content with you “handling” Christa. I mean what exactly does that even mean?” “It means we get to be together no matter what.” He replied, “You don’t need to worry about Christa.” He paused, “In fact see this as an opportunity to do to her what she did to you.” “What?” “She terrorized you didn’t she?” He said, his eyes had an eager gleam in them, “Made your lives miserable, and now you can do the same thing to her.” She scoffed in disbelief. So he knew. He knew what Christa was doing to them but he acted like
“I understand that. Truly I do.” He was starting to sound desperate now, “But wounds can heal. And I want to help you heal Marybeth.” He was starting to sound like a broken record now, and she was tired of hearing him speak.’Logan.” She said, an air of finality in her tone, “I don’t understand what it is exactly that you are asking of me. I mean, you say you want to be with me yet you want me to be content with you “handling” Christa. I mean what exactly does that even mean?” “It means we get to be together no matter what.” He replied, “You don’t need to worry about Christa.” He paused, “In fact see this as an opportunity to do to her what she did to you.” “What?” “She terrorized you didn’t she?” He said, his eyes had an eager gleam in them, “Made your lives miserable, and now you can do the same thing to her.” She scoffed in disbelief. So he knew. He knew what Christa was doing to them but he acted like
“I understand that. Truly I do.” He was starting to sound desperate now, “But wounds can heal. And I want to help you heal Marybeth.” He was starting to sound like a broken record now, and she was tired of hearing him speak.’Logan.” She said, an air of finality in her tone, “I don’t understand what it is exactly that you are asking of me. I mean, you say you want to be with me yet you want me to be content with you “handling” Christa. I mean what exactly does that even mean?” “It means we get to be together no matter what.” He replied, “You don’t need to worry about Christa.” He paused, “In fact see this as an opportunity to do to her what she did to you.” “What?” “She terrorized you didn’t she?” He said, his eyes had an eager gleam in them, “Made your lives miserable, and now you can do the same thing to her.” She scoffed in disbelief. So he knew. He knew what Christa was doing to them but he acted like he didn’t. Every single time,
CHAPTER 48 Marybeth was back at the Angelo house, in her room. She had hurried into the building, startling the staff, as they had not seen their boss act so weirdly; she was usually so calm and composed. She had run up into her room, bolted the door, and entered the bathroom. Her face was flush
Marybeth was perplexed, well perplexed was one way to put it. Her mind had set aside her meeting with Cassian and was instead focused on the new tidbit of information her brother had told her. Logan was meeting with a well-known corrupt judge concerning filing for custody of her son. She chuckled da
The restaurant wasn't as crowded as it looked; a few people were scattered about, tapping away at their phones, whilst absentmindedly scrolling on their phones. Both of them sat opposite each other, thumbs twiddling as they waited for their meals to arrive. “So,” Cassian began, “You were saying so
Logan paced the living room, his shoulders hunched in anger as his hands angrily dialed Marybeth’s number over and over. Christa was on the couch, watching him with a satisfied look on her face. She held the papers in her hand but she had not gone through them. “Who the FUCK does she think she is?







