Page 117 of The Vampire's Storm

We are done.

Logan was right. They were done.

After this mission, she would visit her parents and see Belinda, then consider quitting. She was certain Sage was close to success with the antidote.

And her heart couldn’t handle seeing Logan every day.

But mostly, if she helped free the princesses and help them catch the mobster, Nikolay Mikhailov, then she would be helping millions of vampires.

It would have to be enough.

Her penance paid.

THIRY MINUTES LATER, there was a knock at the door. She opened it and the four vampires walked in.

It sounded like the start of a joke.

Four vampires walk into a bar...but this was no joke.

“You ready?” Kurt asked, one hand on the waistband of his pants.

Logan stood behind him, not meeting her gaze.

Stay alive.

She would, but not for him.

“Yes,” Brooklyn said. “I’m meeting an old colleague for lunch and then he’ll walk me inside.”

Logan’s head shot up, but Brooklyn forced her eyes to stay away from his.

“Someone you trust?” Ben asked.

“We dated once,” she lied. Fine, she was a bitch and wanted to hurt him.

Or get a reaction.

“Good plan,” Ben replied.

“Not really,” Logan muttered.

Kurt turned. “What’s your concern?”

This time she did face Logan and took a moment to enjoy the clear fury and jealousy on his face and how he struggled to come up with an answer.

“He might ask too many questions,” Logan finally replied.

“He won’t,” Brooklyn replied, smiling innocently. “We only fucked a few times. It didn’t mean anything.”

Read between the lines, asshole.

“It might have to him,” Logan growled.

“It didn’t,” she snapped.

Silence.

They definitely weren’t talking about her fake ex-boyfriend now.

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