It had been two months since Logan stormed off, and he hadn't bothered me since.

During those two months, nothing had happened. Everything was quiet, like the bastard had given up trying to kill me.

Sheriff Michael had warned me not to get my hopes up. He advised me to stay alert and watch my back.

According to him, people like that don't just quit. He thought they might be waiting, planning, and looking for the perfect moment to strike.

I ...