Half truth

Chapter Twenty-Eight

“I don’t understand how everyone can just be so nonchalant about all of this,” I whispered as I sipped on the champagne handed to me.

“I can’t speak for everyone else,” Logan whispered back. “My mind is still on whether or not you’re wearing underwear underneath the cloak.”

“You’re such a guy.” I laughed, shaking my head.

“Last I checked.” He met my gaze as he took a sip of champagne. “Are you going to tell me?”

“No.”

“Okay.” He shrugged, still staring at me. “I’ll pretend I know.”

“Let me guess, you’re going to pretend I’m naked.”

“Fuck no, are you kidding? I’m going to pretend you’re wearing the red lace. That way I can drag it off you with my teeth.”

My nipples puckered against the cloak. “You’re not supposed to say things like that. You don’t even know if I want you.”

“Don’t I?” He cocked his head. It would’ve been stupid of me to deny that claim at this point in the game, but I felt the need to add something nevertheless.

“Besides, I’m not one of your groupies.”

“I never said you were. If you were one of my groupies, we wouldn’t be having this conversation and your panties would already be on the floor.”

I tore my gaze from his, ignoring the explosion of emotions inside of my chest. There was absolutely no way I was going to get out of this ordeal unscathed. This was the guy I was assigned as a partner? How? I wouldn’t survive this and it had nothing to do with vanishing and everything to do with my overactive hormones. I drank the rest of my champagne.

“Slow down on the alcohol, Amelia.”

I met his gaze again. “You’re not my father, Logan.”

“Cheers to that.” He lifted his glass. “I’m not telling you to slow down because I don’t think you can handle your alcohol. I’m telling you to slow down because later on, you’ll wish you had. Take it from someone who got shit-faced at this thing and regretted it.”

“When are you going to tell me about my brother being here? And about Lana?”

“Can we talk about this another time?”

“No.”

“Then we need to head to our rooms because I’m not having this conversation here.”

“What a coincidence, you want to be alone in a room with me.” I raised an eyebrow. “Is that part of your plan?”

“What plan?”

“To find out what’s under the cloak.”

“I just want to point out that you’re the one who keeps bringing it up, not me.” He set his glass down. It was still full. “Let’s go.”

We walked to my room in silence. When we reached my door, I stopped walking and turned to him.

“I want to see your room.”

He walked to the door beside me, pulled a key out of his pocket, and unlocked it.

“Why do you keep it locked?”

“I don’t want any surprises.”

“Do you think someone would sneak into my room?” My eyes widened as I looked at the wall that separated our rooms.

“Only if they want me to kill them.”

I stared at him for a moment, trying like hell to ignore the way I wanted to kiss the hell out of him.

“So, talk to me about Lana. What happened? You guys said you’d give me answers. I want answers.”

“The first answer I’m going to give you, you’re not going to like.”

“Tell me anyway.”

“Your brother was the last person to see her,” he said. “He left her in the woods.”