Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
“Can she go see my client while I work out the details of his release?”
“You a lawyer?” the woman asks.
Armand leans in and smiles coyly. “Something like that.”
The woman, who looks to be in her early fifties, and has a face that reminds me of a bulldog, immediately softens under Armand’s charms. “All right, but it’s a hell of an expensive bail. Quarter mill.”
Armand doesn’t flinch. “Money is no object for my client.”
The woman’s eyes brighten and I want to gag. “Where is Logan? Can I see him now?”
“Marv!” the woman rears back and yells. Even Armand winces at her ear-splitting volume, though he smiles through it.
An older Hispanic man in uniform ambles around the corner. “Take this one back for visiting hours with the new one. With the—” the woman makes a face and gestures at her left cheek. Like she has any room to comment on someone’s appearance. Besides, Logan’s gorgeous. If this stupid cow can’t look past a little scarring to see that, then she’s—
“This way, Miss,” Marv says, gesturing me to follow behind him.
He leads me to a large room with empty tables that reminds me of a hospital cafeteria. It’s empty apart from Marv and me.
But about five minutes later, the door cracks open and then an attendant leads Logan in. His hands are cuffed behind his back and I can’t hide the noise of distress that comes from the back of my throat.
I reach for the controls of my wheelchair to go to him, but Marv puts a hand out to stay my action. “No contact,” he says kindly. “Otherwise they’ll send him back.”
I yank my hand back from my controls. I can’t stand the thought of getting this close to him and them sending him away again.
“Are you okay?” I call.
His eyes are stormy as he gets closer. “You shouldn’t be here. What are you doing out of the house? You aren’t strong enough—”
“Don’t you dare tell me what I’m strong enough for, Logan Wulfe. Now tell me right this second what’s going on. How did you get here? What happened?”
He sinks down heavily in the chair across from me. The attendant undoes the cuffs at his back but warns again about no contact.
When Logan’s eyes come to me, they are so full of remorse.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispers, sounding broken. “I failed you.”
Oh my gosh, he’s killing me. “Logan, tell me what’s going on, right this second. I’m freaking out.”
So he does. He tells me all of it. About how we have to synthesize the drug for it to really be an effective solution for me. About how we needed Belladonna’s labs. How we needed Adam.
And how Adam wouldn’t help.
How Adam sees this as his final act of revenge…
Me dying.
Logan didn’t put it that way, but I can finally read between the lines. I can finally see Adam for the monster Logan always said he was.
Logan’s no fool. He can see what I’ve just figured out.
“But we’re not going to let that happen,” he says adamantly. “We’ll find another way. There’s always something else we can do. We’ll find a way to manufacture enough doses for you, even if we can’t synthesize it on a large scale in the beginning, I swear I’ll save you—”
I reach for his hand across the table before I remember it’s forbidden and pull back.
“Oh Logan. You should’ve talked to me first.”
He just shrugs and I know that if he had to do it over, he wouldn’t have changed a thing about what he did if there was even the smallest chance it might’ve worked. Logan will never see any other way. Like my father, he’ll fight this until my dying day.
But unlike a month ago, that doesn’t scare me. It doesn’t make me want to run away.
For the first time, maybe ever in my whole life, I’m looking the truth in the face.
I might die.
Maybe this year. Maybe next. Maybe I survived this relapse and it comes again for me in three years, or five.
This was always my destiny.
Maybe my problem is that I’ve been fighting it.
But what if I stop fighting? What if I stop worrying about tomorrow, something I obviously have zero control over?
What if I decide to just live the fuck out of today, come what may?
I look at the man across the table from me, and so much emotion and love wells up in my chest. “Ask me again.”
Logan’s so dejected, I’m not sure he hears me at first. “What?”
“Ask me again,” I whisper, excitement brimming in my voice.
Logan gulps, understanding finally coming into his confused eyes. He doesn’t look like he believes what I’m saying, but he’s a smart man. “Will you marry—”
“Yes!”
He leaps out of his chair, much to the consternation of the two guards standing at the door. It doesn’t stop Logan, though. He comes and throws his arms around me, kissing me hard.