Chapter Nineteen: Getting Along

Logan’s POV

I felt a boiling rage of irritation rising within me as I grasped the steering wheel. How dare Ava criticize my motions? She had the gall to question my motives after I had put my safety in danger and trusted my gut to save her. In the middle of a situation this serious, who the hell did she think she was to question my actions?

I tried not to show the fury that was simmering beneath the surface of my eyes by keeping them concentrated on the road. I kept thinking about Ava's remarks, and I couldn't get rid of the irritated feeling that was eating away at me. Upon helping her, I encountered doubt rather than appreciation.

I said to myself, "Just concentrate on getting to your place safely," as the stress in the automobile increased. There was an aura of uncertainty about the night, and I couldn't afford to be sidetracked. My teeth were gritted as I wound my way around the twisting roads, the engine's steady hum serving as a discordant background to my inner struggle.

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