Page 87 of Ruthless Prince
“Why are you lying?” Logan asked. “Do you think if you keep denying it all, the truth will just cease toexist?”
“I’m not lying. You are. Or you’re just insane,” Imuttered.
“Ah. So now you’re pulling that card with me, huh? Trying to convince me I’mcrazy?”
“You are if you believe I actually did anything to Chloe. She might’ve been in a hit and run, but I wasn’t the one who did it.” I shook my head again. “I literallycouldn’thave done it, because it happened the night after the fall dance,right?”
“Yes. I see you remember the date perfectly well, even though it was over five years ago. It’s almost as if you were right there when it happened,” he said, voice dripping withderision.
“I remember it because everyone at school gossiped about her accident for a whole year afterwards. It’s a big deal when the queen bee suddenly drops out,” I replied. “But I swear, I didn’t have anything to do withit.”
“Sure.” Logan scoffed and narrowed hiseyes.
“Seriously. It’s not possible. The day after the dance, I started feeling sick, so I didn’t ride my Vespa that night. In fact, I didn’t do anything at all for a few weeks, because it turned out I had a really bad case ofmono.”
“Ah. There it is.” Logan crossed his arms. “I had a feeling the mono excuse would be one of the first things out of yourmouth.”
“It’s not an excuse,” I said, cheeks flushing hot with irritation. “I had it worse than anyone else who caught it while it was going around. And you know what? Every time I managed to wake up and think straight for more than five seconds, I thought about you, and I wondered why you hadn’t called me like you promised. Guess I know now,huh?”
“Don’t try to turn this around on me,” Logan replied, lips curling into a sneer. “You were neversick.”
I winced as I shifted on my coat, making my legs burn with agony again. “Iwassick back then. Now you are. You’re sick in thehead.”
“Do you really think I’d baselessly accuse you of attemptedmurder?”
“That’s exactly what you’redoing.”
He shook his head. “I have so much fucking evidence against you that I don’t even know where to begin explaining itall.”
“So now you’re a cop?” I folded my arms and scowled, boldly looking him right in the eye. I knew he’d punish me for my derisive attitude later, but I needed to stand up for myself. I hadn’t done anything wrong, and I wouldn’t take his accusations lyingdown.
“Not a cop, but I still have a mountain ofevidence.”
“Likewhat?”
“Let’s start with the monostory.”
“You say that like it’s fiction, but I literally hadit.”
“That’s strange, because it’s not on your medicalrecords.”
My brows shot up. “You can’t look at my medicalrecords.”
“Did you forget about all the NSA access I have? I can look at any of your records,” he replied. “Guess what the ones from 2013said?”
“That one day I’d be kidnapped by a delusional psycho who’d beat me up and force me to call him sir?” Isnapped.
“Stop giving me more reasons to punish you, Willow,” Logan said, curling his hands into fists. I cowered away from him, trying to ignore the searing pain in my legs as I moved against thewall.
“Fine,” I mumbled. “What did theysay?”
“That you never had mono. Surprise,surprise.”
“For god’s sake, Logan, Idid. I remember it. I was completely fucked up for almost two months, and I had to skip a ton of school because of it. I felt so sick I thought I was going todie.”
“Right.” He gave me a humorless smile. “Did you know that the mononucleosis virus stays in your system? Once you’ve had it, you carry itforever.”
“Yes, Iknow.”
