“So you didn’t care,” Harrison concludes. “You were too lost in your bottles to care about anything, including the child you were supposed to protect.”
My father flinches like he’s been struck.
“Moving on,” Harrison says, turning to Logan with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Mr. Reeves. How long have you been f*****g my son?”
Logan goes rigid, his hand tightening around Gale’s until his knuckles turn white.
“That’s none of your—”
“It became my business when it became public knowledge,” Harrison interrupts smoothly. “When photographs of you and Gale appeared in every werewolf publication from here to Europe. When our family name became synonymous with scandal and perversion.” The disgust in his voice is barely concealed. “So I’ll ask again. How long?”
Logan’s jaw works, muscles
