Page 66 of Savior
Piper
Logan doesn’t releasemy hand the entire way back to the hotel.
“You scared the shit out of me,” he says for what feels like the hundredth time.
“I’m sorry.” I unbuckle and scoot over on the bench seats to his side. “I didn’t mean to.”
At the next red light, he pins me with a fierce glare. “From now on, you don’t leave my sight.”
I hide my smile. “That’ll be hard to do considering we live in separate houses.”
“Not anymore.”
My smile fades a little. “What?”
“You can move in with me or I can move in with you.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Smile is now completely history.
“You can pick. My place or yours. But I need you where I can keep an eye on you. My place is bigger, but then you’ll have more chances to escape . . .” The end of his sentence trails off as he gets lost in thought.
“Escape?” I laugh at the pure ridiculousness of what he’s talking about. “I’m not moving in with you.”
“You damn well are. You owe me for scaring ten years off my life. It’s payback.”
“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. I’mfine. There’s no need to make any rash decisions.”
He pulls into the parking lot of the hotel, turns off the rental car, and then glares at me. “Do you think I look like the type of man who makes rash decisions?”
“This sounds like a trick question,” I say instead of answering.
“Your place or mine,” he reiterates. “If you don’t choose, I will.”
He gets out of the car and I stare after him in stunned silence for a few beats until I jump out to follow. “If you think you can dictate to me like that, buddy, you better—”
Logan spins before I can finish my sentence, and he has me hauled up against him before I can even gasp.
“You deserted me in a hotel room when someone might be after you. Then you went to a known locationalone. You owe me this if only to keep me from going crazy worrying about where you are.”
“Why don’t we talk about this when we get home?” I ask instead of answering his ridiculous question. Maybe some sleep and a plane ride will clear his head.
“My place,” he decides. “I can wire it up with security like Ben and Livvie did at their place.” He turns and starts mumbling under his breath. “Maybe I’ll even add a tracking device.”
“I’m not adog,” I say behind him as he unlocks the door to our hotel room.
He starts to open his mouth to speak, but whatever quip he’s going to make is cut off as his body jerks soundlessly in a move so reminiscent of my nightmares that reality splits again. I’m seeing Stephen and Logan’s bodies combined. Just like I saw Lena and Paige’s.
My heart rends in two as Logan slumps down to the floor with a burbling sort of breath that sears itself into my brain. I glance up and reel back in horror.
“Hello,Sienna,” Joseph says. “Been a while.”
Oxygen strangles in my throat, and I drop to my knees at Joseph’s feet to push Logan to a sitting position. Already his T-shirt is soaked with blood. I glance around for someone, anyone, to help, but there is no one in sight and our room is located on the back side of the hotel. We could be on another planet for all the help it’ll do us.
Joseph tangles his hand in my hair and yanks until I feel the roots coming free. “Now is that any way to greet an old friend?” he asks.
“Drop dead,” I snarl.
His eyes flash and his smile twists. “Temper, temper.”