Page 27 of Reject Him

Eme doesn’t comment on it. Instead, she turns back to her friends. “So what happens at this party?”

Logan sighs and dusts the snow off of his hair. “Well, normally we’d watch the stars, howl at the moon, and go for a run.”

“The weather has hindered that,” Wayne says. “So, we’ll have to stick with the food and good company.”

“You mean the drunk company.” Val motions with her hand.

“Speaking of food,” Logan begins. He snakes a hand down her arm and twines his fingers with hers. She peers up into his eyes, nearly getting lost in the twinkle in them. Who the hell needs stars when those things are around. “Are you hungry?”

“A little,” she whispers.

“Come on.” He leads her through the clusters of people and heads toward the table. He lets go of her hand only to pick up a plate and pass it to her. The food smells amazing, and her stomach growls.

“Here, try this.” He uses a fork to dish barbecued pork onto her plate.

As he’s putting some on his plate, a scream erupts in the crowd behind them. Eme nearly drops her plate as she whips around. There, on the ground, is Clark, Viola, and Jim’s son.

“Oh my god,” Eme whispers, watching in horror as the boy convulses.

Logan drops his plate and rushes to Clark’s side.