She hated him. She hated him more than she ever thought possible. He was a kook- her natural born enemy.
He didn't hate her at all. Not one bit. It couldn't have been farther from the truth. Did she know that? No- and she never would.
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"You and I...
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Kori kept her eyes on Angel Oak, the six of them all earnestly watching. The crane scooped up pile after pile of dirt, only deepening their angst. Despite all of her best efforts, her gaze kept wandering back to Logan. She didn't know why, but for some undisclosed reason, he was with Rafe. And after what Wheezie had said, it made no logical sense for him to be with someone as shitty as his older brother.
The brunette had been given a shovel—courtesy of Rafe—but had yet to move. In fact, he just stood there, directly next to Carla as everything unfolded. He hardly said anything either, staying eerily quiet. And his expression was hard to read, as if he was trying to decide if what they were doing was right or not.
"Hey. Wait! Stop! Stop!" Carla shouted, desperately grabbing at Renfield's forearm as the claw struck something hard— something not soil-like. "Please stop! Did you hear that?"
Kori swallowed hard, glancing past Pope to lock onto Kie's dark eyes. If they'd found it, they were screwed. The two girls turned back to the discovery just as Logan brought his arm up, running a hand through his mess of dark waves.
"I don't think he wants to be here." Sarah murmured, causing John B and Pope to eye her.
The truth was, no one knew why he was there. Or if it had been willingly.
"Loge, give me a hand." Rafe ordered, stepping down into the hole that had been created.
Logan did as he was told, dropping his shovel and grabbing hold of the corner of the large box that had been buried. Between him, Rafe, and Renfield, they easily got it up and onto the dirt. It looked way too small to house a giant bejeweled cross though.
"They got the cross?" JJ realized, panic washing over him. "What do we do? What do we do?"
John B locked onto his worried eyes, no sense of concern in his own. "What can we do?"
"Nothing." Kori answered, eyes glued to the box. "Absolutely nothing."
As the box finally came open, Carla's smile faltered. "It's just a corpse." Renfield announced, the rest of his words becoming drowned out by Rafe's complaints.
Carla struggled to her feet, using her crutches to move about the area. "We just got the wrong place. We'll go back— to the island room." She paused. "We're going back! We're going back! It's not over!"
She and the rest of her team quickly filed out, packing into their vehicles and starting back towards Tannyhill. But Logan hesitated. The pogues kept their eyes on him, watching as a breath fell from his lips. He turned back towards the coffin, gaze full of tumult. He knew it was wrong, but it wasn't over.
Whether he wanted to stop or not, he didn't have a choice. He'd said he was all in, and there were no pull-outs now. Not when they were this close to finding the cross. For now, he'd have to be patient. And he'd have to keep it up.
