Chapter Thirty
Concho“Not happening. No how, no way.” Logan’s jaw set into a firm line, and he folded his arms. His head began shaking before Hana finished recounting the horror of her day. “I can’t believe you went to the morgue without me.” He spun away from her and clasped his hands behind his neck. His long arms formed muscular triangles on either side of his head.
Hana’s voice rose with indignation. “You make it sound like I went somewhere nice. I can assure you, it wasn’t!”
“You could have called me!” Logan’s angry brows formed a single black line.
Hana let her hands fall to her sides and they slapped against her thighs. “Yeah, because it would be so easy for you to just walk away from a muster, wouldn’t it? It’s not like you had two novices with you or anything.”
“Fine! Sorry!
