By the time we reached New York, night was in its full glory in the city that never sleeps. Roland dropped Vincent and me by the Plaza Hotel where he reserved us two connecting rooms for the night. He would return in the morning and take us to base so I could sign my contract and officially become a Hunter member.
Looking down at Central Park at night, I dialed Logan"s number from memory, telling myself I was just making sure Roland hadn"t lied to me. But it was Rafael who answered the phone, informing me Logan had gone out for food and that they had made it out of there all right. I told myself the disappointment I felt was just annoyance Rafael wasn"t bubbling with gratitude for my timely interference.
Instead, I thought about knocking at Vincent"s door, demanding all the answers I nee
