End Game
he slurs.
“Yes. Better not piss me off even more, or I’ll set you on fire with my mind.” Yawning, I throw the blankets back and get up to pee. When I get back, Owen is at the foot of the bed with Rufus. I grab my brush from my bag and run it through my hair. The stairs creak, and Logan makes his way into my room.
“There he is.”
I raise an eyebrow. “You lost him again?”
“Not technically. I knew he was here.”