Lycia

Staring out the window of the plane on the way home, I hated that we were going back so soon. But Logan was right. We’d been away for a week and had been attacked twice.

If that wasn’t a sign that we should go back home, I don’t know what was. At least, for now.

“Do you have any idea who’s after us?” Although I realized the question was out of the blue, I’d been thinking about it a lot and had to know.

Logan shook his head, the crease ...