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Logan's POV I am lying in bed next to the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, but I am angry. I am so angry I feel I can murder someone. Who has done this to her? Why is her tiny body so full of scars. She has a tank top and shorts on, and I can see the awful scar on her arm. I remember her words of last night, and that makes me even more furious. "My parents are rich and famous. My grandfather is a singer like me, but he sings other kinds of music. They do not know who I am as I ran away from home when I was nine," She said to me last night. I pulled her sweater down as I pulled the sleeves up to see what she was hiding. I do it slowly not to wake her. I pulled up the back as well, as I know she always covers her back as well. I know these are old scars, as some have faded to a poi