It seemed as though her subconscious always knew it would upset her and hid the knowledge away. “You grew up with her?” Hana’s top lip curled back in dismay. “She made that mark on your side?”
Logan’s fingers twitched as they strayed to touch the rough ridge of skin. His complexion paled. “Not quite. She told my cousin and brother to do it.”
Hana blinked. “And after that, you thought to yourself what a great marriage prospect she might turn out to be?”
Logan ran a hand through his hair and left it sticking up. “No. You’re twisting things, Hana. It wasn’t like that.” He sighed and the action rocked his whole body. “It’s about the money, not Caroline.”
“Don’t say her name!” Hana warned through gritted teeth. “I mean it!”
Logan took another look at the bed and then padded towards it. He
