Logan
I didn’t think she could get to me anymore. I thought I’d learned all of her cruelties, the different shades of her violence and manipulation. I would have hoped that after so much time spent with Emma, I would be able to tune out her games and her constant threats.
But then Emma leaned against the rotting doorframe, smiling in that feral cat way she always did, and I saw something in her expression that made me tense on instinct. A new tactic was at play, and I sensed it even before she dropped the one sentence that shattered everything.
“Evelyn’s dead, Logan.”
The words hit me like a stab to the gut. For a second, I just stared at her, every muscle in my body locking up. Then my mind began clawing at the idea, refusing to accept it. It was like oil and vinegar; the thoughts
