*~~Chapter Seventy-Two~~*

{~~Logan Grey~~}

After our initial discussion and dinner, Avery excused herself once more. I thought she'd be back.

Ryan sat me down in a comfortable area of the living room, a space filled with the comforting hum of a home well-lived in. We waited for Avery to show up, but as the minutes ticked by, it became clear she wasn’t coming. “She’s tired. Let her sleep,” Ryan said, his tone final. He was always so bossy. Acting like he owned me, and like he was always right. Never wrong about a single thing.

Which is untrue.

“Why the fuck did you bring her to your house?” I demanded, the frustration and confusion boiling over.

“She called me. Someone slashed her tires and broke every window in her car.” Ryan’s words hit me like a punch to the gut.

“What do you mean by somebody slashed her tires and smashed every window in her car? What in the fuck?”

“Exactly what I said. I can't imagine why someone would do that.”

I hadn’t had the faintest clue that she had been going through something so s