Chapter 315

Jonathan was still waiting for an answer. "I'm fine. I'm going upstairs," I said, trying to brush him off. He wasn't having it. Grabbing my arm, he demanded, "You call this fine? First, you hit me. Then, you cry all over me. And now you want to pretend like nothing's wrong? Talk. Now." I glared at him, my frustration bubbling over. "No. I'm not telling you. Deal with it!" His face darkened. "This is about Logan, isn't it? Did you two fight? Why else would he suddenly take off without saying anything?" His words hit a nerve, and my annoyance only grew. Sometimes, having a sibling was like fighting in a mirror—every jab hit exactly where it hurt. I mumbled, "I don't know. One minute, everything's fine, and the next, he's gone. He didn't say a word about it beforehand." To my surprise, Jonathan laughed—a full-on, teeth-baring laugh. "What are you laughing at?" I snapped, slapping his arm. He smirked, his eyes scanning my face like he'd discovered some great secret. "Nothing. Just