Chapter 11

“My family’s not crazy!” Logan shouted to the now closed door.

“We kind of are,” Sam, Cole, and I all said at the same time.

“Fuck you all!” Logan said, and then walked toward the back of the house. He opened the sliding glass door and then looked back, his eyes meeting mine. “I get why Stefano did this, but you…I thought we were close, Uncle Mark.”

“We are!” I shouted, but he went out the door and closed it as I was speaking.

“I’m going to have to try that door thing next time we argue,” Wyn said, looking at Sam.

Sam responded with a look that would have killed a lesser man, and I stood there frustrated. I looked at Stefano, who looked pissed, and then I looked at the blanket. I wasn’t going to just stand here all day while Logan walked off thinking I was the asshole of the year.

“Fuck it,” I said, dropping my half of the blanket and heading toward the guest room where Cole had put our belongings.

“Damn, I hope you age like your uncle,” Wyn said.