Chapter Eight
I’d never been one to encourage violence as a means when faced with adversity—or aggression—but the millisecond the words came spewing out of her smug mouth, I stepped closer and was prepared to throttle her when her eyes narrowed as they shifted over my shoulder.
“I know you.”
Logan was moving swiftly toward us with Nicoh taking the lead, only stopping when Logan released him, and he positioned himself between the girl and me.
Logan’s face was unreadable, though it wasn’t anywhere near an expression of fondness as he addressed her.
“And I know you, too.”
“Somebody had better tell me what’s going on,” I grounded out, jabbing a finger at the girl. “This…person broke into my room and trashed my belongings. Twice.”
The ransacking thief had the nerve to scoff at me as she
