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Misha rolls his eyes then storms out. I shake my head and note to myself to have someone keep an eye on that situation. There’s a lot Misha still doesn’t know.
“That means ya still have words for us,” Logan says once Misha is gone.
“My niece is heading this way.”
“Why?” LaSalle asks.
“Theo and Sean Young,” I reply.
Dylan
“Good, you’re both here,”Logan says as he walks into the living area of our parents’ house.
The first thing I note is that he’s hiding his accent. Out of us all, Logan hasn’t lost his accent as much. I think his time in that Irish prison has a lot to do with how thick it has been these days.
His consciously tucking it away catches my ear immediately. Something is up. I look to Brooklyn, who’s been in his own world as he’s been on the phone most of the time he’s been here.
Ma asked us all over for dinner. Cole stopped in, but he doesn’t plan to stay. He’s headed out for business or something.
“Ach, I’m here, but I’m leaving. I have a plane to catch,” Cole says.
“Aye, I know where you’re heading. You should hear what I have to say before you go. You both should.”
Again, I caught that only Logan’s New York accent is present. Cole narrows his eyes as if he’s now catching that fact too. However, he still stands as if he’s going to leave.
There is still so much tension between these two. To be honest, this is the first time I’ve heard Logan address Brooklyn directly. While Cole might talk straight to him, Logan has been ignoring him and speaking to anyone else in the room but our brother when he can.
“Sit down, Cole. You need to know this before you walk into what’s waiting for you,” Logan bites out.
“Now ya want to talk to me? Text it to me. I’m not missing my flight. I need to get to DJ. I’m not losing her because I’m?—”
“What? Not there like I wasn’t there and lost Raven? Ya fucking selfish prick. Ya’re the reason all of this is falling onto our heads. Ya will sit the fuck down and listen to what I have to say,” Logan says with his chest heaving.
“What? What the fuck are ya talking about? Are ya blaming—” Brooklyn stumbles back, pain clear on his face.
“No, I’m not blaming ya. I’m stating facts. I have kept ya the closest.
“Ya were my right hand. Did ya think once that ya should have asked me before going to Felix?”
“I was protecting Dylan. I had been watching him plot to do something stupid. I thought I could cut him off at the pass.”
“Which is all ya had to say to me. Instead, ya handed that oul bastard the knife to put to me neck. None of this had to be this way. I would have brought them all into the light when it was time.”
“Logan,” Cole drags out. “What the fuck are ya talking about?”
“All this time, I’ve had all three of them covered. They were where I could see them.”
“Wait, what?” I speak up for the first time.
“It was my job to keep the Walsh cousins safe. I was supposed to keep an eye on them.
“Orla took Deja in. She was safe in Scotland, away from Oland. He couldn’t touch her there. I had Raven covered. No one could get to her …” Logan pauses and swallows hard. “If I had been here, she would have been fine.
“Ciara’s situation was fucked up, but as long as Oland thought he was in control of everything around her, she was safe, and I always had someone watching over her and someone watching over them.”
“What are you saying?” I growl.
“Walsh cousins? Are you saying Raven was related to DJ and Ciara?” Cole asks, sounding more lost than I feel.
