CHAPTER 37.

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Logan.

I followed Liam around the house until he walked out the kitchen door and into the backyard. There was a fucking smell of marijuana.

Shit, this was when he had to explain to her what he saw.

I didn't say anything until he stopped, for some reason, his leg kept going up and down, and I almost didn't feel it when he quickly turned around. I tasted the blood on my tongue, metallic and abundant. I didn't hit him back when he hit me again, this time in the stomach knocking the breath out of me.

—With my sister...

Those words seemed to burn his tongue, even thinking about them seemed to hurt him. And he was right to be angry, from the beginning this was a secret from him. For my best friend.

He was standing a few feet away from me, staring at me, his brows furrowed more than ever, his breathing heavy. He cursed and pulled his hair out.

—You're a fucking son of a bitch! —I spit. I stopped my impulse to pounce on him.

Lexie was too old to know what to get into.