Page 67 of Savior

He advances, then looks down his nose at Logan. “Pity your boy toy won’t last long. I’ve waited a long time to find you, Sienna.”

“You’re going to have to wait a hell of a lot longer,” I hiss. I inspect Logan’s side where the wound seems to be the deepest. I glance around, but the only thing I find is a small throw pillow. Figuring it’s better than nothing, I press it to his side to staunch the flow of blood and then position his weight on top of it. If I’m going to survive this, I’m going to need both hands free. “What the hell are you doing here?” I ask him.

“Reunion,” he says smugly.

“Did you follow me here?”

Joseph moves closer, his voice skittering down my spine in an unwelcome touch. “I’ve followed you everywhere.”

Logan moans, and I feel a flood of relief. He’s not dead. He’s not dead, but he will be if I can’t get him out of here...soon.

“You killed my sister,” I growl.

“I’ve killed a lot of people.”

“Why her?” I’m furious with myself when my voice breaks.

“Does it matter?”

I slip my hand down the calf of Logan’s jeans and find his ankle holster. Without hesitating, I turn and fire, catching Joseph three times in the arm, one in the shoulder, and one to his forehead.

I slump against Logan’s body, turning my back to Joseph’s lifeless form. With fingers slick with blood, I pull out Logan’s phone and dial blindly.

As I speak with the paramedics, Logan’s eyes flutter open, and he groans in pain.

“Don’t move,” I tell him. “Help is on the way.”

“Ugh,” he says.

As I hold him, I look down at his face, cupping his cheeks. “I changed my mind about moving in with you. It looks like you might need me around after all, especially if I’m going to need to be the one saving you.”

He laughs and then winces. “Stop.”

I kiss his brow and clutch his hand. “Don’t talk. They’ll be here soon.”

“You okay?” he manages.

“I’m fine. It’s over. It’s all over.”

He lifts a hand to my cheek, and I nuzzle against it. “No,” he whispers. “It’s only the beginning.”

Logan

“Breathe, just breathe,” Ben says. His face is annoying the shit out of me, so I punch him in the jaw and he sprawls backward on the floor.

Jack throws an arm around Sofie and grins at me. “He’s taking it worse than I did.”

Sofie shakes her head and elbows him in the ribs, causing him to grimace. “You nearly passed out when they told me it was time.”

“No,” Donnie pipes up from the other side of the room. “That was Rafe. Jack just turned really white and pretended he had to go to the bathroom.”

Rafe ambles in with a cup of coffee in one hand. “Let’s just say it ensured I’d practice safe sex for the rest of my college career.”

Sofie scowls at her two younger brothers. “You’re all useless,” she says.

“Jesus Christ.” Ben groans as he gets back to his feet. “Did you have to hit me so hard?”

“He should have hit you harder,” Livvie says.