Chapter 85

Logan POV

Now that Alyssa’s right here in front of me, I can’t take my fucking eyes off of her.

God, she’s beautiful.

The last time I saw her, she was only seven, standing by my hospital bed with tears streaking down her face. I was barely awake most days, but that guilt-ridden look she wore burned into my memory. Now, she’s twenty-two, a year younger than me, and every bit the goddess I imagined she’d grow into.

Even if she’s sitting on another man’s lap.

King Sterling’s glare could burn a hole straight through my head, but Alyssa—she recognizes me. I see that glimmer of recognition in her eyes. Seeing me must’ve triggered her memory.

I bet Gray feels like a dumbass right now, walking into a trap I set with Bones’ help. Of course, he warned me not to do anything reckless, or let War do anything reckless. Pointing a gun at Gray might’ve put a target on my back, but I couldn’t resist.

Bones wants this alliance with the Crimson Reapers;