45 Days with Logan のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

𝙇𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙉Caden had sent the location of where the arrow was made. He had managed to track down its source, and according to him, the arrow had been crafted by a man who owned a shop in Belgium.Belgium was ridiculously close to Paris, so getting there was nothing. Caden had sent the location of the craftsman at the breaking of dawn. Papillon was still sleeping peacefully when I received the message from him. I didn't bother to wake her before leaving the house.There was no point in doing that, since I won't tell her where I was going.I stopped by the Onyx Room to pick up the arrow. I needed to show it to the craftsman so there would be no lies, no excuses. If he had made the arrow, then he would know who bought it. If I knew who purchased the arrow, there were chances I'd know who is trying to kill me.And I swear to hell that I won't spare whoever it was. They didn't only dared to shoot me but threatened me too. Nobody threatens Logan Hellfire and lives peacefully afterward.Ox w

𝙇𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙉The more I stared at Papillon, the more angry I was with myself.I blamed myself for what had happened to her.I don't know who those men were, but I blamed myself for it.If I had been faster—if I hadn't waited a second before saving her—those men wouldn't have had any chance to touch her. They never would’ve gotten the chance to touch her face until bruises bloomed across her soft skin.It was my fault.I failed her.I failed to protect her.I never should’ve left her alone, not when I knew how dangerous L'impasse des Ombres was. Not when I knew there were enemies lurking in the shadows—people who wanted me dead.What if it was her?The woman from Belgium.The one who purchased the arrow.What if she was the one who sent those men after Papillon?Damnit!I should've left one alive to find out why they had tried to hurt Papillon. She knows no one in Paris and she's not a troublemaker. I shouldn't have killed all of them, but when I saw the state she was in, all I could thi

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀Manon and Zenia were really disappointed in Amber when I told them what she did to me. They rushed over to see me because they said Demon told them I was in the hospital.“Seriously? How could Amber even think of doing something like that to you?” Manon snapped, her brows knitting tightly together in disbelief. “I've always known she's weird, but this? Having you killed?” She scoffed bitterly, pacing around the room. “She went too far.”“I’m honestly not surprised she’s capable of something like this,” Zenia muttered with a disappointed shake of her head. “She’s Amber. She has done plenty of messed-up things before.” Her lips pressed into a thin line. “But I’m disappointed in her because we were friends. Friends, Abbie.” Her voice cracked slightly with frustration. “How could she throw away the Girl’s Code over someone who doesn’t even value her?” She folded her arms tightly. “She's honestly a disgrace to womanhood.”I swallowed hard, my fingers curling around the hospital

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀I kept giggling softly to myself while waiting for Demon. He was inside the hospital settling my bills, while I sat outside beside his motorbike, absentmindedly swinging my legs.Last night... Demon fed me.Even now, just thinking about it made warmth spread through my heart, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from smiling too hard.I still couldn’t believe he actually fed me.It shocked me so much because I honestly didn’t think my little act of cuteness would work on someone like him.While he had gone to get me food and Manon and Zenia stayed with me, all I could think about was how I could somehow convince Demon to feed me when he returned.I wanted it so badly.Not because I couldn’t eat on my own... but because it felt intimate and sweet. But knowing the kind of person Demon was, it felt impossible. Then I remembered Daisy... my best friend back in California.Whenever Daisy wanted something from her boyfriend, Daniel, she always acted ridiculously cute around h

𝙇𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙉My eyes lingered on the smeared cake on the ground. The same cake I had shoved away from Papillon’s hands like it meant nothing.Did I go too far when I told her she meant nothing to me?Though, I never meant to say whatever I said to her. But she mentioned my parents—the same despicable people who never loved me. The same monsters who made me wish I had never been born.I have never celebrated my birthday—not even for a minute—because Lynn and Thiago never bothered to celebrate it. They hate the fact that I was born, so why would they fucking waste their time on a child they loathed so much?Papillon thought that I was loved by my parents. She even smiled while saying they would probably be proud of how far I had grown.Proud?Those imbeciles wanted me dead with every chance they had.My father had beaten me up nearly to the point of death when I was six. My mother shot me five times when I was nineteen.I was really pissed off by her words.I had already made a promise th