I didn’t answer him right away. Instead, I asked, “Logan, how did you know I almost got hit by a car?”

Hearing I wasn’t hurt, he let go of my arm and leaned heavily against the doorframe. “Of course I know,” he said with a bitter laugh. “Because I had someone secretly protecting you.”

Protecting me?

Translation: he’d been having me followed.

The realization hit like a spark to dry wood, igniting my anger. My chest ...