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Maya could be here if she wanted to, but in her wise words "Why bother when I'll get accepted regardless?" After debating for a few hours, I did a deep dive. Not my finest moments, but my best friend was right. This man was in my life. The more I knew about him, the better. Logan Jackson. Graduated from Crestwood High when I was a junior. He's Twenty-One. The boring stuff. His height which I could've guessed. Eye and haif colour, both I've seen. I added another element to the search. Logan Jackson history. Then I scrolled over to the news section and I noticed articles after articles.

"Gonna be a stunner for sure. You ready, kid?" A flicker of irritation crossed Ari's face before she fixed her smile firmly in place. The last thing she wanted was to be seen as a kid. "Sure. Let's go." Logan watched the pair of them leave, ribbing each other. As soon as they were out of earshot, he turned to Athena. "Do we need to worry about that?" "Nah. He's her first real crush. She's fifteen. He's twenty-two and doesn't see her as anything other than a little sister. Hence the 'kid' she got so annoyed about. Plus, he's got a thing for Crystal's daughter Nicky."

You just survive him. “Don’t sweat it,” I say, clapping a hand to Logan’s shoulder. “The twink’s just hitting puberty late. His hormones are off the charts.” “I fucking heard that,” Jackson grunts, not even bothering to look over his shoulder. Logan chuckles under his breath. Good. That might be the last laugh he gets today. “You’re all perpetually stuck in pubescence,” a chirpy voice pipes up from behind us. Jackson whips around so fast it looks like his neck might snap. His entire expression shifts— just slightly, but enough for me to notice. It’s … odd. Like his face glitched and tried on something it’s never worn before.

But I'm not ready yet. Dinner wraps up and everyone drifts away. I'm heading upstairs when a hand catches my arm. "If anyone gives you trouble about your scar at school," Logan says, standing over me with a dead-serious expression, "you f*cking come to me." I blink at him. "You can't do anything, Logan. You're too old to fight a kid." His eyes narrow slightly. "I'm twenty-one. That's not f*cking old. And I didn't say I'd fight them, I'd get Drew to do it."

"You tell me what a man like you is doing with a teenager." Logan closed his eyes for a tad bit second. “She is eighteen." He said. "Still doesn't sound convincing." Kyrian struggled. "She is of legal age." He gritted. Kyrian posed as if he was deep thinking with a smirk on his face. "It still doesn't mean you should indulge in it." Logan almost stomp his feet. “Do you mind Kyrian?!” “What?” Logan lowered his voice. “I am fucking horny right now."

Harper half-suspected he had escaped from the catacombs in Egypt. "Ah," Julian smiled. "This would be my brother, Logan. He is the sibling in the middle. Marcus is older." There was an even older sibling?! Harper froze at the news and stared at Logan. He threw her a kiss, but every movement was slow since he was so old. Harper had to swallow not to puke. She couldn't marry any of these men! Logan reminded her of an aged Quasimodo mixed with a sloth. His neck was bent since his gaze was glued to her tits and his smile was predatory. Harper averted her eyes in discomfort, praying someone would save her from this madness.

"As for that girl, let other people search for her. We'll get an opportunity soon. I'll give you another job to oversee. I will catch that witch soon, just wait." "Thank you my lord! Thank you for your mercy!" Logan thanked Orsel. Orsel dismissed him and went back to his seat. He called one of his men closer. "Take him away and give him a room. He'll be working for me after all." He ordered the guards. Logan stood up, "Thank you once again my lord." "Fine. And... I am not a kid. You know we vampires don't really age. I am three hundred years old, which means your grandparents and great grandparents are kids to me." Orsel reminded Logan.

And there it was… A picture with a young man on the left. Lucy zoomed in on the picture, and it was truly Logan. With no stubble or beard, his cheekbones were still sharp, and his eyes had no shadows like they do now. The difference brought by age was clear, but it was indeed him. A younger version of him… Lucy stood speechless from shock; her phone fell from her hand and clattered on the ground. “You…” she closed her eyes for a second to organise her thoughts. “All these years…all this time…” Lucy's voice quivered.

Logan shook his head. “He’s seriously that old?” I blinked. “He’s a vampire, Kurt. They don’t age. They live for centuries if they aren’t killed.” Logan rolled his eyes at me. “I know that I just didn’t think he was that old. I didn’t get to tell Silvercloud about him. The guy freaked me out at first because he looks just like Kurt Cobain.” I shook my head.

“They play country music in New York?” Logan shrugged. “What can I say? I’m different.” Yes; Logan was definitely different … more different than any other guy that I’d ever met, but I quickly pushed the thought aside. “How old are you?” I asked, changing the subject as we turned the corner where Logan indicated. I knew he was a bit older than me, but I wasn’t sure. “I’m twenty-two,” he said. “How old are you?” I hesitated for a moment, suppressing a smile.