Logan

Over the next few days, I went to the restaurant with Seven, waiting. If Shane was responsible for the deaths of their parents, then he was going to tip his hand sometime... and I was going to be there when he did.

“Here.” Seven set two plates and beers on an empty table near me. Then he sat on the other side and pulled one of the plates toward him.

“What’s this?” I scoffed, gesturing toward the plate as I looked around.

Seven raised his chin ...