The Night Swan

Ch. 21

BLYTHE

I couldn't wait for Logan to come back. So much had happened in a day, and I was tired. I paced around my room, hands on my hips, planning what I'd do next once we survived this. The game was postponed, and I was not even sure if there would be another one next year after all that happened.

I could already imagine my father's disappointment. He would not think this was my fault, would he? He couldn't.

Checking the clock, I frowned. Where in the hell was Logan?

Half an hour later, I was worried. Did he get in trouble? Did he get caught snooping around the rooms? Or worse, did the killer—

I jumped with a start when the knock came at the door. I rushed toward it and pressed my ear against the wood. "Who is it?"

"It's me."

I frowned, opening the door a crack. "It's late," I whispered.

"I know," he said with a grin, pushing the door.

I pushed back. "What are you doing? You can't come in."

"Then you shouldn't have opened the door," he said, his voice dark, his eyes filled with intent. He tried to reach for me, but I pushed at the door, trapping his hand. He let out a cry of pain and instant fury flared in his eyes. With one powerful push, the door flew open, sending me to stumble back.

"Help!" I screamed before he reached me.

"Quiet!" he hissed, catching me and covering my mouth with his hand. "What's wrong with you? It's just me, darling."

Struggling in his arms, I kicked his groin and ran as he crumpled to the ground in pain, screaming, "You whore!"

I ran out of the room and down the corridor. "Blythe?" a voice asked from the other end.

With relief, I ran faster toward Damian Fairborne. "Help! Please—"

"What's wrong?" he asked, catching me. He looked over my shoulder and his thick brows shadowed his eyes as he frowned. "Thomas?"

"Everything is fine, Damian," Thomas was saying as he approached, catching his breath. "Blythe and I were just having fun, weren't we Blythe?"

"You bastard—" I started, but Damian grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me behind him.

"What's this all about?" Damian asked, facing Thomas.

"It's nothing," Thomas said. "Mind your bloody business, Fairborne."

"My business is keeping the ladies safe, so this makes it my business," Damian said.

"Just go away, Thomas," I said, my voice shaking.

"You heard the lady," Damian said. "Please go back to your room."

"She's not serious. Come on, Blythe. Don't be too dramatic."

"I'll escort Miss Blythe back to her room." At the sound of Logan's voice, I whirled around and ran up to him.

He caught me by the arms, frowning. I read the questions in his eyes, but it seemed he didn't care for the answers at that point because he pulled me to the side when Thomas pushed Damian away and walked toward us. And before he could even utter a word, Logan punched him in the face and followed it another blow, knocking him down.

"Logan, stop!" I screamed, but Damian pushed me to the side as he tried to grab Logan off Thomas.

"Stop!" Damian shouted, grabbing Logan and tearing him off Thomas. "You'll bloody kill him!"