~ Logan’s POV ~
We scramble into the house looking like a rag-tag group of guys coming out of a warzone. After we got Savannah out of the castle, we got into our private jet, which I flew myself, and once we’re back in the mainland, Betty drove us to the house in Isle De La Motte.
We’ve thought about the different places we can take Savannah, and we figured this would be the safest. No one’s gonna know that she’s here so we can buy some time before Carter’s retaliation.
I can’t wait to see him here, honestly. I’ll break his fúcking skull myself, with my own hands. I saw her face earlier and I saw the mark on her cheek. He was roughing her up. The fúcking bastard! What kind of a guy lays a hand on a girl?! Fúcking scumbag!
He’s gonna pay for that. I’ll make sure of it.
“Logan,” Harlan
