Page 151 of The Vampire's Storm

Logan stood and slid his phone into his pocket. The sun would be down soon, and he had to get ready. He wasn’t sure how he was going to fare after this kill.

He’d never killed someone he loved before.

“Shit. Why?”

Mack scrubbed his face. “When the news broke out, she called me. I couldn’t ignore the call. She’s terrified. So I organized a place for her in town.”

Damn.

“You’re a good vamp, Mack. Even if I did want to break your neck a few times for flirting with my girl,” Logan said, slapping him on the shoulder.

My girl.

Not my girl—my target.

Mack lifted his beer and took a long sip, his eyes never leaving his. “So, why are you on your way to kill her?”

What?

“Never said I was going to do that,” Logan replied, pulling on his jacket.

“No. You didn’t,” Mack replied and when he turned, he saw all the senior warriors' eyes on him.

Fuck.

They knew.

Darren, head of tech from The Institute, had given him the coordinates a few hours ago, and he never expected the information to be shared.

The fucker.

Why were they protecting her?

He turned back to Mack. “Good luck with Ella.”

Logan cast one last look at the warriors, then strode out of Max Bar. Twenty minutes later, he picked up his black overnight back and lifted it over his shoulder, walking toward the door.

Before he reached it, a soft knock sounded.

He stilled.

It was a female, but there was no way it could be Brooklyn.

Cursing, Logan pushed back the wishful feelings which had snuck up on him.

He dropped the bag on the floor and opened the door.

“Hi, Logan, sorry to just show up like this but I wanted to talk to you,” Sage said, looking awkward.

She was tiny, and the way he towered over her made him step back. Sage took that as an invitation.

Shit.

“Sage, I’m heading out for a few days. Can it wait until I return?”

“Don’t kill her,” she said quickly.

Christ, does everyone fucking know?

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