Logan’s POV

Lila’s screams pierce the packhouse cellar, shrill and grating, like nails on a chalkboard.

“You can’t do this to me! You’ve got no evidence!”

Her platinum blonde hair whips as she thrashes against Rex’s grip, his massive hands clamping her wrists behind her back. The damp stone walls swallow her voice, but my ears still ring.

“Yes, we can,” I say, voice low, steady, cutting through her tantrum. “And ...