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Chapter 10.

Savannah’s pulse thundered in her ears as Logan hurriedly packed a small bag. Every sound felt amplified—the distant waves crashing outside, the soft hum of the ceiling fan, and the echo of her own shallow breathing.

But nothing felt louder than the weight of the unknown pressing down on her.

Logan grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently. “We’ll get through this,” he whispered, his voice steady despite the storm in his eyes. “Trust me.”

She nodded, though uncertainty gnawed at her. She wanted to trust him—God, she wanted to—but the message, the laptop, and now the looming danger made her question everything.

As they slipped out the back door into the night, the salty breeze was sharp against her skin. Logan led her to his car parked discreetly down the street, scanning their surroundings with careful precision.

But as he opened the passenger door for her, a voice shattered the silence.

“Going somewhere?”

Savannah gasped, spinning around to see a man stepping out from the shadows. Dressed in all black, he had a cold, calculating smile that made her blood run cold.

Logan immediately stepped in front of her, shielding her with his body. “Stay behind me,” he murmured.

“Relax, Logan,” the man drawled, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it casually. “No need to play the hero.”

“Who the hell are you?” Logan growled, his muscles tense.

The man exhaled a cloud of smoke, smirking. “I’m just the messenger. The Broker says you’re late on your assignment. And let me guess... you’re not turning her over, are you?”

Savannah’s breath hitched.

“Not a chance,” Logan snapped.

The man chuckled darkly. “Thought so. See, The Broker doesn’t like when people break deals. And Savannah here?” His eyes flicked to her, sending a shiver down her spine. “She’s worth too much to just walk away.”

Savannah clutched Logan’s arm. “What do they want from me?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” the man sneered, “you have no idea who your family really is, do you?”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“Enough,” Logan snapped. “Tell The Broker we’re done. We’re gone.”

The man shook his head. “You can run, but we’ll always find you.”

Logan didn’t wait for another word. He shoved Savannah into the car and sped off into the night, the tires screeching against the pavement.

Savannah’s hands trembled in her lap. “Logan... what did he mean? My family?”

Logan’s jaw tightened. “I don’t know yet. But I swear to you, Savannah... we’ll find out together.”

But deep down, he feared the truth would destroy them both.