Eren
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Logan yelled, grabbing onto my sleeve.
I stared at him, then at his hand holding my sleeve. He snapped his fingers in front of my face.
“Are you even thinking straight?”
I jolted back to my senses immediately.
Jesus Christ!
I lost myself for a second there. This is all because of that freaking kiss we shared.
I huffed out a breath. “Why is she there?”
“I've got no idea,” he shrugged, zooming into the image. “But she’s getting more and more suspicious. First, the Raves were after her, and now she’s here?”
I groaned in frustration. Here I was, thinking she was back at her cozy apartment, watching TV with her dog or just lazing around but no, she was at a charity event in goddamn Mexico.
A charity event that could get random people killed.
“I can’t let her see me,” I grunted.
He eyed me. “Why not? ...This is the perfect opportunity to bond.”
I glared at him, and he immediately shut his mouth, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“How do I explain
