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“Yes, I did,” Logan said, watching as she slowly nodded.

“And if another vampire drank my blood?” Jill asked as she glanced back at him.

“Would never survive,” he said, watching her as she appeared to think that over.

“And why is that exactly?” Jill asked, shifting to get more comfortable.

“Next question,” Logan said because the last thing that he needed was for her to know just how much power she had over him.

“I haven’t seen Gray for a while,” she said, sounding bored as she leaned back against the wall with a sigh that had him going still.

“He’s busy with something else at the moment,” Logan said as he tried to make sense of the odd sensation tearing through his stomach before it suddenly disappeared, letting him know that this connection that he had with her was still weak. “Are you going to tell me why you don’t like Gray?”

“Next question,” Jill said, absently gesturing for him to move on.

Nodding slowly, Logan sat there, considering her for a moment and decided to ask the one question that he’d been wondering about for a while now. “Why were you so different when you were at the compound?”

“Why did you let yourself get captured?” she countered, making his lips twitch.

“What makes you think that I let myself get captured?” Logan asked, watching her arch an eyebrow as she gave him a pointed look.

“Are you telling me that you didn’t let yourself get captured?” Jill asked, shifting so that she was facing him.

“Now, why would I do that, Angel?” Logan drawled because that’s exactly what he did. He’d needed information and he knew that Izzy Williams was the only one that could get it for him and once he had it, he found himself staying for an entirely different reason.

“You tell me,” Jill said while Logan sat there, studying her for a moment, watching the way that her fingers nervously toyedwith the hem of her dress and the way that she continued shifting as a sense of nervousness spread over him.

“But that’s not the question that you want to ask me,” he said, watching as she went still.

“No, it’s not,” Jill murmured in agreement as she slowly exhaled and-

“How did I die?”

CHAPTER 20

“You’re not dead, Angel.”

“But I’m not exactly alive either,” Jill pointed out, watching as Logan’s eyes shifted silver while he watched her. When he didn’t say anything after a moment, she opened her mouth and-

“What do you want to know?” Logan asked as she sat there, slowly exhaling as she found herself wondering if she really wanted to know. For the past four months, she’d been running a hundred different scenarios through her head every day, each one worse than the last one and all of them leaving her absolutely terrified that it was going to be so much worse than anything she could possibly imagine.

“How did it happen?” Jill asked, forcing the words out of her mouth as her fist curled around the hem of her dress.

“You were shot by a human. He was waiting for you outside the compound,” Logan said hollowly as his gaze flickered to her hands before he forced himself to look away.

“Why?” she demanded because out of everything that could have happened to her that day, being killed by a human didn’t make any sense. She’d been escorted out of a Sentinel compoundby a shifter and a demon and should have made it undetected to the armored van that was no doubt waiting for her nearby.

“I don’t know, but I plan on finding out,” Logan said, a muscle clenching in his jaw as he added, “I’m not the only one.”

At her questioning look, he said, “Your father is looking for him, too.”

“Does he know what happened to me?” Jill asked after a slight hesitation.

“No.”

“So, he thinks I’m dead,” Jill said, absently nodding as she slowly exhaled.

“You lost too much blood to survive,” Logan said as she thought that over and-

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