“She introduced herself to me,” I say honestly, watching as a muscle twitches in his jaw. I don’t know why I’m provoking him while at death’s door. Maybe because I’m at death’s door, so who the fuck cares? “We had a nice long chat,” I add, somewhat less truthfully.
At that, he lets go of my neck and takes a few steps back, chuckling.
I frown in confusion. “What?”
“You’re cute, Piper. But if you had spent more than one minute in Seraphina’s presence, you would have known she doesn’t do ‘nice long chats’.”
“Oh.” I bite my lip, annoyed with myself.
But Damien sobers up at once. “What the hell did you mean, ‘say goodbye to Logan?’”
I latch onto this new attempt to annoy the hell out of my future killer. “Pretty self-explanatory, right?”
He’s back to glaring at me as he takes another chair in the room, flips it over, and sits down on it, leaning his arms over its back. “Why don’t you go ahead and explain?”
“Well…” I bite my lip again, wondering which possible explanation would rile him up most. “I guess he and I go way back.”
Stupid. Of course he’ll know that’s a lie. They’ve been best friends since they were little after all.
But this time, Damien doesn’t call out my bullshit. He looks carefully at me and says, “I guess you could say that, yes.”
What the hell? I’m very confused at his reaction, but I’m desperate to hide it as I stammer, “So that’s why I told Seraphina to say goodbye to him.”
“And…” Damien clears his throat. “... who told you that you and Logan go way back?”
This time I can’t hide my confusion as I stare at him. Did I just stumble on part of the truth?
Because otherwise, Damien’s questions make literally no sense.
“Logan told me,” I say, taking a shot in the dark.
“Logan?” he repeats, his eyes darkening. “Have you… have you met him?”
“Yeah. Didn’t I tell you that we go way back?”
By the way his eyes are boring into me, I can tell that’s the wrong answer. He clearly believes I know something I don’t. And maybe, just maybe, if he keeps believing it… I’ll be saved.
Or not.
But I decide to quickly add, “Anyway, Logan’s the one who told me you wanted to kill me.”
His eyes grow pitch-black, just as the door opens and Logan walks in.
“Hey, man. You found the girl?”
The look that Damien gives him would be enough to make me grab Igor’s gun and carry out my own murder, just to escape it. And Logan looks more than a little unsettled.
“She knows,” says Damien in a low voice that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “I was just trying to figure out a way to save her. But she knows.”
My eyes widen as Logan’s gaze sweeps over me, a look of studied indifference covering his uneasiness before he glances back at the CEO of Devil.
“She knows,” insists Damien, “because you told her. And now, I have no choice. I have to kill her.”
Chapter 14
Piper
“You were going to save her,” realizes Logan in apparent disbelief.