Page 133 of Keeping Kasey
“You ran,” Logan says, matching my glare. “Innocent people don’t run.”
“They do when they have no other choice.”
“Your other choice wastelling me the truth.”
“I tried,” I say through gritted teeth and lift the shard into his chin for emphasis. “I begged you to hear me out.”
“James, if you touch her, I will kill you,” Logan snaps, and I have no idea how he knows his brother is doing anything because his gaze has stayed firmly locked with mine.
“What did you expect me to think when you ran and the list was gone?” he asks, and I hate that his tone is gentler now.
It’s too familiar.
“I expected you to trust me.”
“You never gave me a chance to.”
“Run as fast and as far as you can, because when I find you, I am going to kill you.”
He lifts his brow. “You’re alive, aren’t you?”
“Now I’m supposed to believe youaren’ta man of your word?”
“You’re supposed to believe I came to the only logical conclusion from the bits of the truth that I had.”
“If you’d put your pride aside for two seconds, you would’ve had the whole truth.”
“And if you’d put your fear of abandonment aside for two seconds, you never would’ve lied to me in the first place.”
I laugh, and the sound is bitter. “Because you’ve beensucha good listener up until now.”
Logan takes a deep breath. “What’s done is done.”
“You think we’re even?”
“That’s not what I said.”
“Then you expect me to forget that you’ve dragged me to hell and back?”
“I expect you’re smart enough to make a deal so we can both get what we want.”
I shake my head. “Why would I help you?”
“To get rid of me,” he says with a ghost of a smile. “I want the traitors out of my family; you want to get as far from me as possible.”
“Sounds like I can get what I want without lifting a finger to help you.”
“Maybe,” he says with as much of a shrug as he can manage. “But you’ll always be looking over your shoulder, wondering how we found you and if we’re going to do it again.”
“Howdidyou find me?”
“I’ll be happy to answer that when the list of traitors is in my hand,” he says.
I glare at him—all of the anger I’ve suppressed rising to the surface. I want to hurt him, to make him pay for everything he’s done to me.
It would be so easy to slice his throat with the simple swing of my arm. He deserves it—he deservesworse.
But he’s right. Until I know how the Consolis found me, I’ll never feel safe.
