Chapter 27 Easton

Easton

Logan’s knuckles are split open again.

I sit across from him at the kitchen table with his hand in mine and wrap fresh gauze around the worst of it.

He winces.

I look up.

“Good.”

He frowns.

“What?”

“You deserve that.”

“I got hit too.”

“You hit a wall with a man’s face.”

“Same...

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