Logan
I expected Chase to threaten me.
He did.
The moment he answered the call, I heard the anger in his breathing. Controlled, but barely. Chase had always believed silence made him appear disciplined.
It usually did.
Tonight, it made him sound dangerous.
“You created a fake identity to manipulate my sister,” he said.
I stood beside the window in my apartment, looking down at the city. Cars moved through the streets below, headlights turning the roads into thin lines of white and red.
“I told her the truth.”
“After weeks of lying.”
“Yes.”
“And you continued seeing her.”
“She chose to continue speaking to me.”
The pause that followed was brief.
Then Chase said, “You targeted her because of me.”
“At first.”
The words came before I could soften them.
There was no point prete
