LOGAN'S POV
I was about to close my eyes when loud noises erupted from the living room downstairs.
What the hell was happening?
I sat up, trying not to fall as dizziness washed over me. I still felt a little lightheaded—I shouldn’t have ridden that cabin.
Amaya won this round, but this would be the last time she ever won in her life. I could still recall her laughter in the car when she volunteered to take me into the mansion. The way she smiled…
She must be having fun.
I opened the door and stepped outside.
Now, I could clearly hear the heated argument downstairs. Two familiar voices, both screaming.
My mother.
And Amaya?
I rushed down the stairs, ignoring the weakness in my legs.
The moment my gaze landed on the scene before me, my suspicions were confirmed—Beatrice and Amaya
