Chapter 7
The Last Taboo
Jason didn’t say anything at first. He just stood there—arms crossed, face unreadable, eyes fixed on me like he was trying to figure out who the hell I was.
The air in the room shifted. Thickened.
And Logan didn’t move.
Not a twitch. Not a word. Just that tense, cocky stillness like he knew this day would come and welcomed it.
“Jason,” I began, voice shaking. “What’s going on?”
“Sit down,” he said.
I hesitated.
Logan stepped forward, voice low. “You don’t have to do this like it’s an interrogation.”
Jason snapped his head toward him. “You don’t get to talk right now.”
My stomach dropped.
“You know?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Jason turned those familiar, heartbroken eyes on me. “I walked in on your scent before I even opened the door. Yo
