Hazel's POV

"You. Give us some privacy."

"He's not going anywhere," I say, glaring daggers at her. What on earth makes her think she can walk in here and give orders?

"Whetever you have to say, you can say it in front of Logan."

"Fine. We'll have this discussion some other time then," she says. Taking the fruit basket from Edwin, she leaves it on the table.

"You brought this for her, she should have it," she says. He just stands there like a wimp, letting her do little things like that that gives everyone in the room the idea that she has control over him.

"I'm surprised you can still afford a room like this," she says waving her hand around.

"I can't believe how insensitive you are. You're not even trying to hide it. You're petty enough to show up here at a time like this when all of this is your fault. Do you really think you can intimidate me?" I say, looking into her eyes.

"And you," I turn to Edwin. "Why are you still here."

"Edwin and I are on the same team," she informs me.

"What? Are yo