XANDER
“Is there any clear proof that the fire wasn’t an accident?” I asked.
Davin shook his head slowly. “Nothing concrete yet.”
Even without hard evidence, we both knew exactly who was behind it. Still, Davin went on. “Logan’s been meeting privately with members of the board. So far, he’s seen three out of twenty-five.”
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and checked the screen—it was a message from my father.
WE’RE HAVING DINNER TONIGHT. DON’T BE LATE. YOU CAN’T KEEP AVOIDING YOUR COUSIN FOREVER.
I rolled my eyes and shoved the phone back into my pocket.
Davin had been watching me quietly. “Your father?” he asked.
I gave a short nod. “He wants me to see Logan.” Once upon a time, Logan and I were close—until he started eyeing everything that belonged to me and behaving
