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This is a kill ledger.
Adrian’s kill ledger.
I clutch the notebook tighter, my palms suddenly slick. My eyes keep moving down the list, even though every instinct in me is screaming to stop.
Enemies. Traitors. Informants.
Gone.
My throat tightens as I reach the bottom of the page.
And that’s when I see it.
Logan.
My brother’s name.
Not crossed out. Circled. In red ink. My heart skips.
Underneath his name, written in Adrian’s sharp, unmistakable handwriting, are three sentences:
Frame. Confirmed by Kaz. Protect for Jennie.
My legs nearly give out. I grip the edge of the desk, my fingers digging into the wood.
The tears start before I even realize what’s happening.
Soft. Quiet. Burning hot as they roll down my cheeks.
I sink into the chair near the desk, the notebook still clutched in my hands like a lifeline. Or maybe a weapon. I don’t even know which anymore.
Adrian didn’t just spare Logan.
He’s been protecting him.
And apparently, he’s been trying to clear his name. I should ask him about that.
My heart twists painfully.
Why didn’t he tell me?
Why would he let me suffer, let me believe that my brother’s life was still dangling by a thread when he’s been doing everything he can to fix it?
He didn’t have to do that. Not for Logan. Not even for me.
And yet, he did.
Even when I screamed at him.
Even when I told him I hated him.
Even when I tried to run.
He didn’t stop.
He never stopped protecting me.
My fingers tremble over Logan’s name, the red ink like blood against the page.
