This week Tijan has written a special scene including most of her characters from her stories. If you’d like to start at the beginning and follow the whole week start here: Confessions of a YA and NA Book Addict
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Logan couldn’t hold back his laughter then. He liked her. He really liked her. Then he sighed. He hoped his girl, whoever she was, would be like this one. He nodded to the guy, repeating, “So your name is Jax, huh?”
“Yep.”
Logan winked at Sam before saying, “We have a Jax too.”
“Logan,” Sam started, a warning tone in her voice.
“Yeah?”
He tuned her out, “Oh yeah. Can I hook the two of you up? You’d make a great couple. Heather wouldn’t have to change her name then. Jax and Jax. It’s like the title of a book. I can see it now. New York Times bestseller.”
As he said that, the tone around the table shifted. It was an insult, but to be honest, Logan was bored. He wanted something to happen. He wasn’t interested in learning new names and new faces. Besides Hunt, he doubted he’d see these people again, or things, as he remembered the vampires and whatever that other girl was. But these two—he didn’t know why he threw out the diss. Maybe he was testing the waters, maybe he wanted to see what these two were actually made of, or maybe it was because he kind of liked these two. For whatever it was, he said those words and then he waited.
Fireworks would happen. He just hoped to guard himself when the fighter exploded from the chair.
The guy only grinned back at him.
Logan frowned. That’s not what he’d been expecting.
The guy, Jaxon, shook his head and chuckled. “I don’t think you know what you just did.”
Logan’s frown deepened—then he was hit across the side of the face.
“What?” he started to say, more surprised than in pain by the hit, but he saw the girl in his face. She was standing over him, a menacing glare on her face, and she grabbed the collar of his shirt. “Whoa.”
She stood up, lifting him out of his chair. He was right. She was a lot ‘more’ than she let on and holy shit, this girl was strong. He looked down at her and asked, “Where the hell are your muscles?”
“You’re going to set up my guy with another girl?” Her eyes sparked. She was down for a fight. “And you’re going to do it in front of me?”
Logan was in love. A wistful little smile started to appear on his face. He said, “Do you have a sister?”
“No, dumbass.” She threw him down to the floor. “But I have nine brothers.” And with those last words, she brought down her fist.
*
Shane watched from the loft above the room. As the girl punched the guy, another girl and guy joined the fight. Then more and more. Half the table was embroiled in the fight while others stood up and left the room.
Whatever this meeting had been for, it was done.
She had left her sanctuary to come here. The chef had sent an email, asking for her attendance, and she owed the chef a lot. The people didn’t realize it, but the chef wasn’t really a chef. She was more. She was the future of the franchise. She had shared her plans with Shane in that email, but it was pointless now.
Shane turned to go. She had been gone for too long. There were things to do, people to check in with, armies to lead again.
She pressed her lips together.
There were people to kill.
A staff member came into the loft, but drew up short, seeing her. He asked, “Who are you?”
She walked past him and said, “I was the original.”
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