Lycia

Lying in our bed later that morning, I leaned back to scan Logan’s face, taking in the new lines of pain and exhaustion around his eyes. “What happened out there?”

His mouth flattened as grief welled up in his mind, mixing with fresh rage. “We ambushed the Shadowcrest Warriors’ Compound, but Marshall was badly wounded. We had to retreat and regroup.” His fists clenched at his sides. “But next time, that bastard Shane dies.”

I smoothed back a ...