~Logan’s POV ~

The cold night air bit through my jacket as I leaned against the wall outside. My knuckles ached where they’d grazed against the concrete during the fight earlier, but that was the least of my worries.

I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breath, but the weight in my chest was unbearable.

I had promised Ava I’d explain everything but how could I? How do you explain that the man you hate, your own father, made you a pawn in his twisted game? That the freedom you ...