Logan's POV
The crowd is so loud. Always so loud.
Those phones won't stop pinging and the murmurs are only getting louder and louder. It's messing with my senses. My ears swivel around in a useless attempt to focus on a certain sound.
Someone in the stands wails. It's a painful, piercing sound of grief or fear—maybe both. A growl shakes my throat as I instinctively turn to find the source, hackles rising.
"Ah ah, Lightning," Asher calls from the pitcher's mound.
I snap my head back around. He's grinning—sharp, fanged, ecstatic. His eyes glow brighter than the floodlights overhead. Under the light, he looks more and more like Odessa. I can believe they're siblings now.
The hungry look in her eyes when she assaulted me mirrors his right now.
