“And you don’t know where the other half is?” I clarified.
His head shook. “The last time I saw it, the man who killed your uncle ran with it.”
Pain lacerated my soul. “Jarek did it.”
He’d set up the whole thing.
Disgust blew through the agony. The pain Logan and I had been through.
It was over the twin stones.
I knew it to my soul.
“I’ve always believed so.”
“I hate him so much.”
It should be impossible to hate someone so much.
“He’s at his end.”
Moisture blurred my sight, and that old pain welled fast. I was impaled by the onslaught of the mistakes and manipulations we’d been victims of.
Our child.
Our child.
“Why didn’t you come to me that night?”
“Our whole world exploded that night, Aster. I’d just shot Jarek Urso, I didn’t know if he was dead or alive, and I only had half of what I’d been sent to retrieve for your father. Your uncle was dead and Jarek had blamed me for it. I was a kid, Aster, a kid who had gotten himself in far too deep. I was fucking terrified and had no idea what to do.”
His thick throat tremored when he swallowed, grief the strike of a match in his green eyes. “I made it home only to find out Nathan had been killed. The rest of us were in danger. Trent forced me to leave with them that night, insisted that I never step foot in Los Angeles again. He’d said I’d be signing our death certificates if I did. Even with all of that, I called and called you, Aster, I fucking tried, but you never answered, and I came back the first moment I could sneak away.”
My soul shivered, and tears streaked down my cheeks. “You didn’t forget me.”
A possessive growl rumbled from Logan’s chest. “Forget you, Aster Rose? You inhabited every recess of my mind. Every crevice of my heart. And you lived in every drop of blood that beat through my veins. Just like I know now I beat through yours.”
He pressed his face to my neck. “I hate what you had to do. Hate that you sacrificed. But I get it because I’d die every single day for you.”
“Logan.”
“Little Star.”
“My destination.”
Intensity blistered from his being, and Logan stepped back a fraction to twine a loose lock of hair around his hand. “And here we are,” he rumbled.
“And I’m never looking back.”
“Never.”
“Love me, Logan, and don’t you dare stop.”
A rough chuckle vibrated his chest. “Stop? Oh, Little Star, I already promised you I was going to ruin you tonight.”
His lips fell to my shoulder and ran up the side of my neck.
Fire flamed.