CHAPTER SEVEN
Walking back along the gully after school, Hana held hands with Logan and carried his briefcase. Darkness closed around them but Logan exuded safety. “Leave it alone, Loge!” She laughed at him as he let go of her hand and fiddled with the sling over his left arm.
“It’s annoying!” he grumbled. Hana heard the sound of tearing material.
“Don’t rip it!” She put his briefcase on the gravel floor and tugged at the white fabric. “I need a light to see what you’ve done. It’s all rucked up underneath somehow.”
“It’s wound me up all day. Just let me rip it off.” Logan’s patience snapped and he pulled it from Hana’s grasp. “And when I get home I’m cutting this thing off as well.” He waved his cast in the air, grimacing at the instant pain in his elbow. “b****y hell!”
“Poor baby.” H
