Page 207 of Keeping Kasey
“Left ankle,” I grit out. “I don’t know if it’s broken, but something is wrong.”
“How did this happen? How did Leon find you?”
I tell Logan about the mystery caller, Mark showing up at the hotel, and Emilio bringing me here. He even manages to look somber when I tell him Mark lost his life on the side of the road after delivering me to Emilio.
Logan tells me everything he learned from Leon. How he manipulated so many aspects of our lives and somehow walked away unscathed—but not for long.
When Logan and I get out of this, we won’t stop until the Diaz family has crumbled to nothing.
A gust of wind rattles the bones of the cabin, and Logan pulls away to look out the window over his shoulder. I follow his gaze and can barely see the trees through the heavy snowfall.
“What are we going to do?”
When Logan looks at me, I see the concern hiding behind his smile. “If you weren’t injured, I’d have several ideas for how to stay warm.”
This time, I don’t humor him.
“Logan.” I squeeze his hand and search his gaze. “Are we going to die?”
“No,” he answers without a second of hesitation. With another quick look out the window, he drops the smile completely. “But I have no idea how we’re going to get out of this.”
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Logan
The last thing I want to do is scare Kasey, but I can’t lie to her either.
I don’t know how we’ll get out of this alive.
Only that we will.
My phone has no service, which means Diaz killed the signal after he called me.
It’s just after seven, which means we have an hour until Damon’s supposed to bring everyone to the hotel for drinks. If they wait until then to start their search, it may be too late.
As soon as Diaz and his men were out of sight, I took the old man outside. It wasn’t the most humane thing to leave his body out in a blizzard, but Kasey’s comfort is more important.
Next, I did an inventory of the cabin. The kitchen was empty, aside from a handful of dishes. The bare pantry wasn’t dusty, so it must’ve been cleaned out by Diaz’s men before we got here. There are three gallons of water in a cupboard under the sink, and I’m sure they were intentionally left to even the odds of our survival.
The bedroom was as barren as the rest of the cabin, with a twin bed and a dresser full of clothes. The bathroom had a few toiletries under the sink, but that’s it. The only useful resource in the entire cabin was the bottle of antiseptic.
I would’ve moved Kasey to the bed before she woke up, but without knowing the extent of her injuries, moving her seemed like an unnecessary risk.
Though I’m sure the physical pain is merciful compared to the emotional hell she’s endured.
Hearing it all, that we had a baby, that welostthe baby, that Kasey faced it alone…
It makes everything that complicated my relationship with her—the games, the power struggles, the masks—seem so insignificant.
I’d take it all back to share the joy of getting that first ultrasound.
I should’ve been the support at her side, not the monster over her shoulder.
But I can dwell on my regret later. Right now, I need a plan to get Kasey out of here.
The howling wind still shakes the house, but in the last few minutes, the snowfall has slowed to a steady, less violent pace.
“I told Damon to bring everyone to the hotel at eight for drinks. Hopefully, they’ve already noticed we’re missing, but if they haven’t, they will soon. There’s also a note in my car saying Diaz has us, so unless he went back and torched it, that could help, too.”
