Sometimes, jokes mean things.
When I told Alpha Logan to take me to hell, I didn't mean it literally, but clearly the man had no funny bone in him, because I'd walked out of one nightmare only to walk straight into hell.
The cold mountain air bit through my dress as I stared up at Logan Thorn's estate.
Calling it a mansion felt insulting, This place looked like a fortress designed by a billionaire with trust issues and an unhealthy obsession with power.
Black stone rose three stories against the mountainside, sharp-edged and severe beneath the moonlight. Floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the night like dark mirrors. Steel balconies cut across the structure with military precision. No ivy. No flowers. No soft lighting meant to make guests feel welcome.
Nothing about this place said ho
