Missy
I should have answered Chase immediately.
No.
That was the safe answer.
The sensible answer.
The answer everyone expected.
Instead, I had sat across from my brother with my hands clasped tightly in my lap and admitted the truth.
“I don’t know.”
The words had changed his face.
Not anger at first.
Fear.
That was worse.
Chase had spent most of his life believing he could protect me by recognising danger before I did. Logan represented every kind of danger he understood.
Dishonest.
Manipulative.
Proud.
Experienced at turning attention into control.
The man had created a false identity to enter my life because he wanted revenge against my brother.
There should have been nothing confusing about my feelings.
But feelings rarely asked permission from good judgment.
That w
