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“Go the fuck away,” Logan roared. He stared down at me. “I’ll probably kill whoever dared interrupt us.”

“I might help you,” I said.

“Logan! You two need to eat,” Olivia answered. “It’s been three days.”

Logan jumped off the bed and charged toward the door. He threw it open. “Leave it there. We’ll get to it when we get to it. I want to fuck my mate.”

Olivia lifted a tray filled with food. “You know we have to watch you eat it. Then we’ll leave you to it again.”

Jasper’s head popped into view. “Aye, ye know we have to. The rest of Six-Mile and probably Red Tail would string us up by our toes if we don’t.”

“Motherfucking sons of bitch assholes,” Logan yelled, swiping a chicken biscuit from the tray and shoving it in his mouth. “Come on, Emma.”

I climbed from the bed and dutifully marched toward the door, reeling a little from the whiplash of his mood change and my own. Eating might’ve been necessary, but right then, nothing in that room appealed to me more than Logan’s ass.

“That’s not all,” Olivia said, handing me the other biscuit. She also offered me a glass of orange juice which I drained quickly.

“What is it?” I asked.

Her expression turned sad. “We’ve found something.”

“Yeah?” Logan barked.

Jasper glanced at me before he said, “It’s Acheron.”

To Be Continued….