Page 93 of Bound in Blood
“The call, amore,” Marco reminded him patiently. “You said it was Vik?”
Logan yawned, stretching his arms lazily over his head before turning to Mateo. “Oh, yes! Vik called.”
Marco narrowed his eyes. “And?”
Logan scrubbed a hand down his face, still calm as ever. “And,”he exhaled, “he said he’s got the feral trapped in the walk-in cooler at the bar. Said if we don’t get down there soon, he’s gonna light him on fire.”
Marco and Mateo stared at him.
“What—” Marco started.
“—the fuck?” Mateo finished.
This was going to be alongnight.
* Jesus Christ
* Shit.
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
LOGAN
Turned out, even though Logan had been taking exclusively public transportation and ride-shares in the time he’d known Marco and Mateo, they in factdidhave a car. A really nice one, too. He wasn’t sure what it was called, but it was classic and a convertible, shiny black with leather seats. It was loud when Marco started it up, motioning for Logan to hop into the passenger’s seat.
“Where hasthisbeen?” Logan asked incredulously as he buckled up.
“Parking is a nightmare in this city,” Mateo, who was squished into a way-too small backseat, said. “And this car isn’t really designed for three people.”
“AndTeoalways makes me drive, even thoughI hate it,” Marco muttered under his breath, pulling out of the garage Logan had quite literally never noticed and onto the neighborhood street.
Mateo shifted uncomfortably in the backseat, sticking his head over the center console and into Marco and Logan’s space. “I don’t have a driver’s license, remember?”
“Well, if that’s the standard for who gets to drive, mine expired in ‘97.” Marco said, without taking his eyes off the road.
“That’s… not great, actually. Can we pull over? I’ll call a car.” Logan looked between both twins. “Or, better yet, I have a driver’s license?—”
“No,”both twins said in unison.
“Mi dispiace, amore mio,?*” Marco said sheepishly. “What we mean to say is that you are probably only used to cars from this century, and this car has become like a child to us.”
“Yeah, and you’ve probably only driven on like… country roads, or whatever they call the pavement between farms.” Mateo nodded. “Do they pave roads in Texas?”
“No, we exclusively have dirt roads,” Logan deadpanned. “In fact, I misspoke. My license is only good for horses.”
Marco made a thoughtful sound, before nodding. “Makes sense.”
Logan looked over at him incredulously. “What is that supposed to mean?”
The corner of Marco’s mouth quirked up, just slightly. “You’re good at riding, that’s all.”
Mateowheezedfrom the backseat, like someone knocked the wind out of him. “Holy shit.”
Logan blinked, completely caught off guard, before narrowing his eyes at Marco. “You know, keep making comments like that and I might start mixing up which twin is which.”
Marco side-eyed Logan like he just said he spat on his mother’s grave. “All I did was compliment you.”
