Redemption Hills: The Complete Collection

36. Logan

THIRTY-SIX

LOGAN

I fumbled around in the dark for the phone that rang from my nightstand.

It was late, after one, Aster fast asleep where she’d been curled into my side with the ring I’d kept for years securely fashioned on her finger.

My chest tightened.

Overcome by the sight of her laying there in the swath of muted, milky light that covered the bedroom.

Mine.

In the truest way.

The way she was always supposed to be.

The phone rang again.

Squinting, I sat up on the edge of the bed and picked it up.

Disquiet trembled my nerves, goading deep as I answered the call, my voice quieted when I answered, “Haille?”

“I’m sorry to bother you at such a late hour.”

“It’s fine.”

“I have something that I thought would be of interest to you.”

“Yeah?”

“A game…New Year’s Day at ten p.m. The stakes will be…worth your time.”

I glanced back at Aster who was on her side, facing me, lost to sleep. Even breaths slipped between her barely parted lips, the girl at peace and my only purpose.

The tattoo burned on my side.

Greed.

It took no thought to recognize she was the only treasure I needed.

“I think I’m going to have to pass.”