LOGAN’S POV
“Okay, sir,” Amaya responded again, and I almost laughed, but I controlled myself. I couldn’t burst out laughing in front of her. I had to keep my composure.
I was surprised that such a simple word—"sir"—amused me. Maybe it was the way she said it, overly dramatic. But why did it make me feel better?
I should be angry. My mother really tested my patience today. If I had lost control, I might have killed her.
I can’t believe she’s been trailing me all this time. She has some crazy informants feeding her information about my whereabouts.
And I’m sure she’s not using humans to track me. It has to be some high-tech surveillance—some insane scientist’s invention. If it were a human following me, I would’ve sensed it long ago.
I clearly told her to stop spying on me. But her re
