Chapter 473 Marked
- Ella
- Logan and I sat on top of his car, looking out over the cityscape below. I leaned my head on his shoulder as the soft sound of music playing on the radio emanated through the open windows of the car, and let out a contented sigh.
- “So,” Logan said, twirling his finger around a stray fiber from the rip in the knee of my jeans, “you and me, taking down the mafia together, huh?”