Chapter two
Logan Cale ran as fast as his legs could carry him, thanking god that he had the foresight to stay in good physical shape. His world was a blur.
As he ran he recalled the reason's why. Stating the facts seemed to make everything a little clearer.
His parents were dead. He barely escaped with his life. He'd killed someone. And a goddess's face kept staring him in the eye taunting him to fight back. She couldn't have been more then a teenager but her haunting looks and catlike grace had him in complete awe. It was by pure luck that he had gotten away.
One question rang in his mind.
Why?
Logan stopped running, and looked around. He was in the woods somewhere. Silently cursing himself for not spending more time outdoors when he was a kid and still living with his parents, he surveyed the area for any continuing threat or any sign of help.
Things didn't look promising.
Nothing had looked promising earlier this evening either but he would have given anything to rewind the clock. He had been invited for dinner with his parents. Dinner had quickly turned sour when his father had started in on him about taking over the family business. Feeling that they had humored Logan enough and that it was time for Logan to get involved in the real world, the express purpose for inviting him out was to turn over the keys so to say. When Logan had flat out refused and ditched his parents place for some company at a local bar, his father had come looking and had dragged his sorry butt back to the house. Drunk and angry that the girl he was with didn't get to come with, Logan had engaged in a battle of wits destine for failure; he ended back up in a guest room sleeping off the alcohol.
"We didn't pay for Yale so you could sit around and do nothing…"
"I don't call journalism nothing…"
"You sit and write pretty words for a world that doesn't give a damn…"
A slurred response from Logan and then his father had started in on his failed marriage to Val, his increasing appetites for women and wine, and his "frittering away" of the family fortune. All in all a very productive conversation. Before the conversation could get out of hand though, Logan's mother had come in and quietly calmed her husband down, taking the still angry but significantly quieter man out of the room.
That was the last time Logan had seen his parents alive. The vision of their bloodstained bodies lying on the cool, hard tile of the front hall filled his head again and he felt the bile in his stomach rise.
He started to run again.
Trying to push the vision of his parents out of his mind, Logan focused on the girl, who despite her age was more of a woman. Her eyes were all consuming and full of fire. He had dared her to get lost in his eyes by digging into hers. That had been her mistake. She was suddenly a whole heck of a lot less sure of herself. Allowing him a window to make his move. Grabbing a lamp from a desk he hurled it at her and it hit her in the head knocking her over in surprise. The woman had been so lost in his eyes she hadn't seen it coming. Although he had to admit he'd been lost in hers' too. The difference was he knew how to handle it while she obviously had no idea.
He was on her pinning her to the ground before she could move and he had her hands tied with the lamp cord before she registered that he was there. She had hissed just like a cat and had snapped at him too. But she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen and before he knew what he was doing he placed a rough, dominating kiss on her lips returning some of the fire he saw in her eyes.
She'd promptly spit in his face, got her hand loose, and scratched his cheek.
He'd grabbed her hand, smiled as he shifted positions on top of her reminding her that he was still the one on top, and then leaned down and whispered in her ear.
"Maybe next time." His underground work had taught him to think on his feet and had been no little help in getting her down.
Tracing a finger down her cheek and smiling a heart meltingly sexy smile he pushed off of her and walked out of the door as she lay on the floor watching him leave in shock.
Their encounter seemed to have thrown off her entire evening, because she failed to notice him sneak out behind the group until it was too late. As the shot rang out their eyes had met again. His cold and cruel, hers battered and bruised. Brown meeting Blue in an explosion of emotions and an aura of electric pulses.
One of the soldiers she was with pulled her away, shattering the link, and searching for the shooter. Before she had broken eye contact though she had sent him a message to run. And he was safely out of sight by the time the soldier had reached where he had been.
Logan Cale had been a lost man in so many ways. But now as he ran through the woods outside his parent's house, he suddenly found a reason not to be so lost. He'd suddenly found his road map. Things like this shouldn't happen and he was going to make sure then never did again.
