LOGAN'S POV
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I watched Marliya's father grab her arm roughly, no doubt leaving bruises on her sensitive skin. It won't be that visible with her tan skin, but it will show if you look close enough. I stride forward, wanting to break her father's wrist, but she glances over her shoulder at me, shaking her head and I find myself stopping because she asked me to, well more like told me.
The worry in her eyes right before they disappear leaves me feeling hopeless, like I couldn't do anything, but f**k me if I let anything happen to her. I grab my suitcase and I trail them.
I stand outside the airport in the shade around a big crowd, watching from afar as her father drops her suitcase next to the suv and shoves her into the car, as if kidnapping her, afraid she might run. The way she star
