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A screeching response of love warmed something inside of him that he was very afraid had died in the fire.
“But we’re not here to give me the warm and fuzzies. It’s just an added bonus. We’re here because of the awful tragedy that happened at the bookstore, Between the Lines, here in Winchester Falls. We lost a dear friend and family member—Nichole Wolfe—to the fire and her husband, Adam was seriously injured from the blast. We all know what hospital costs are like these days. One hundred percent of what you donate tonight will go directly to the families.”
He walked to the edge of the stage and his breath stalled in his chest. Izzy stood on the sidelines, her hair twisted up to show off her elegant throat and fragile little diamond drops dangling from her ears. She wore a soft dress that glowed in the spotlights. A creamy white with little crystals all over the front of it.
It was a dress suitable to the twenties that made her skin tone glow and her topaz eyes burn with emotion. It was a white dress that promised forever.
He cleared his throat. “This beautiful woman is doing me the honor of marrying me right after the show. She’s been through a lot—we both have—and we wanted to make a fresh start here.”
“Logan!”
The instantaneous terror that lit her face made him turn. Christian, from his own band—his own family—swung his microphone stand.
Logan ducked and pushed Izzy out of the way, but not before the base of the stand sliced along his forehead and knocked him back into the amps and his upright piano. The thunderous notes from the piano fuzzed and screams from the crowd seemed to be at the far end of a tunnel.
A dark liquid obliterated one of his eyes and he tried to roll onto his knees. Another blow hit him dead in the shoulder and his arm went numb. As his cheek slammed into the stage, he heard Bella scream his name followed by another voice.
The voice of his nightmares.
Thirty-Nine
Bella crawled across the stage. The salty taste of something splattered her lips and the front of her dress. She looked down and screamed. So much red.
All over his face and dripping from his head.
Logan’s face.
Logan’s blood.
Logan’s blood all over her.
Sweet hazel eyes and a strong, angular face loomed over her. Only the sweet gaze she was used to had vanished into a bulging, red-faced anger. She crawled over Logan and covered him with her body.
Screams and broken chairs dented her consciousness as she looked out in the sea of people for help. Christian wrenched her arm up and dragged her off Logan.
Marcus tried to get to them from the far side of the stage. The lighting rig over Nash’s piano had swung down, a rigging tie dangling over the keys. He crawled over an amp, a piano and the large monitor tower that fed all the instruments into the speakers.
Fans crawled over the stage trying to get away, or get to Logan.
“Let me go,” she screamed.
Christian pulled both her arms back. “You selfish bitch.” He turned her toward the stage and a woman with a bleached pixie cut climbed the stairs. Rage and madness sharpened her features and her huge gray eyes were rimmed with red hot anger.
Aimee Collen’s hand swiped through the air and a small charge of electricity swiped Bella’s neck before she dropped, her body twitching in reaction.
“I took care of that fuck for you, finally!” Christian’s adoring face turned toward Aimee. “Just like you said.” He kicked at Bella’s shoulder to nudge her aside.
“Did you kill him?” Aimee fell to her knees beside Logan and she touched his face with shaking fingers. She turned back to Christian, fat tears streaming down her face. “Did you kill him?”
“Wasn’t that the plan? I know you wanted to be the one to do it, but this is better.”
“No. No, it’s not.” Her voice was panicked and hollowed out. She stood. “You stupid fool. It was always Logan. Always going to be Logan. He’s worth a thousand of you.”
Christian crumpled before her eyes. “No. You said you wanted your revenge. I was supposed to get you. You were mine now.”
Bella curled onto her side and slid across the floor slowly. She saw Marcus fighting his way across the stage as four hysterical men pushed back on him. Shouting and mania seemed to pepper the entire crowd. The security agents were trapped in the melee on the general admission floor.
She watched as Aimee paced the small part of the stage. Christian was sobbing at her feet. Aimee kept looking at Logan then to Christian.
