“What the hell, Isla?” he yells at me as he attempts to shove me away from him. “He fucked up. I warned him and he betrayed me, so it’s only right that he pays.” “This isn’t Logan’s fault. I’m the one who initiated all of this.” My eyes desperately search his, looking for the softer side of my brother. The one who can be caring and understanding instead of cold and closed off. “I love him, August.” August freezes, his hands gripping my shoulders as his face falls. “You don’t love him, Isla. You can’t.
