Logan's POV

Jana’s fingers tightened on my arm the second we stepped out of the black car. Cameras flashed immediately–loud, aggressive, blinding. The hotel entrance was burning with white light.

I didn’t smile.

I couldn’t.

But Jana did. Big, fake, and confident… like she had won something.

She leaned closer to whisper through her teeth.

“Remember, Logan. Behave. If you don't, Amelia will never see you the same again.”

Her voice was light, but the threat in it was sharp.

My ...