#Chapter 8: The Hunt

(Logan’s POV) She left in a luxury car, its sleek body cutting through the light as it disappeared down the road. Where did she get the money to ride in something like that? I'm still puzzling over it. The silhouette of a man. The moment is fleeting, but it hits me like a thunderclap. The man leans back in the seat, his posture calm and relaxed, as if he owns the world. My jaw clenches at the sight, my mind immediately racing with questions. Who is he? And why is Evelyn with him? The bitterness in my chest grows sharp and acidic. My immediate thought is as cruel as it is unavoidable: Evelyn has found herself a new sugar daddy. The polished car, the royal emblem gleaming in the sunlight, and the casual way she entered the vehicle all point to a life far removed from the one she shared with me. “I told you, Logan, she’s selling herself,” quips Emma, something vindicated in her voice. “Not now, Emma.” It’s all I can manage. For a long moment, I stand froz