#Chapter 119: Tides Turning

MAGGIE “Bastard.” It was the first word out of my mouth as I shoved open the grimy motel room door. The air inside was stale—sweaty sheets, old coffee, the reek of damp carpet and desperation. Logan looked up from where he sat on the edge of the lopsided bed, one foot resting casually on the ratty hotel chair. He raised a brow. “Maggie. Always a pleasure.” I slammed the door behind me hard enough to rattle the ancient blinds. “Don’t play cute with me. You knew.” Logan stayed seated, his expression sharpening but still amused. “Knew what, exactly?” “There was a kid there. His kid. You didn’t tell me that.” The amusement drained from his face. He straightened, jaw tightening. “Aiden?” My eyes narrowed. “Yeah. Aiden.” He stood now, slowly, cautiously, like he wasn’t quite sure what kind of storm I was bringing with me. “Was he hurt?” “No,” I bit out. “Because I stopped it. I called the whole damn thing off.” His relief was quick—barely a flash in his eyes—but I saw i