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Chapter Twenty-five: POV 3

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The silence that had blanketed the room like fog after Leonard threw the glass was abruptly shattered by laughter—sharp, unexpected, and maddening.

Logan’s head leaned back slightly as he let out a loud, taunting laugh, blood trickling down from the cut on his cheek. He wiped it with the back of his hand, then looked directly at his older brother. “Yes,” he said, voice dripping with bitter amusement, “this is who you really are.”

Leonard’s chest heaved with rage, his knuckles pale from how tightly he clenched his fists. “Where did you take her to?” he demanded, voice still shaking from fury.

“I—” Sophia began softly, stepping forward.

“I wasn’t asking you,” Leonard cut in sharply, not even sparing her a glance. His eyes were locked on Logan’s, blazing. “Where did you take her?”

Logan scoffed, tossing Leonard’s glare back at him like a challenge. “We went to the hospital to see her mom. Got a problem with that?”

“You’re telling me,” Leonard’s voice now had an edge of something dangerou
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