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Logan busted into the safehouse library, running with Connell nipping at her heels.
Gia looked up from her place at the computer, rising when she noticed her sister’s urgency.
“Did one of the others find a lead?” she asked.
Logan stopped short and opened her mouth, then clamped it shut as she held up a finger. She appeared ready to explode.
“What is it?” she asked, concern creasing her brow.
Logan’s delicate features tightened. Her hands fisted, crumpling a card she held in her hand.
Gia’s head drew back. “Logan?” she asked, brows raised. But her sister was impotent in her rage. Connell cleared his throat, but his growl was thicker than Gia had ever heard it.
“The asshole is calling us out,” he said, plucking the card from his mate’s hand and handing it to Gia.
Frowning, she to
