Leonardo stuttered towards the table, his hands trembling as he clenched the side of the finely finished wooden table. The colour drained from his already pale face as his lips parted slightly but no words escaped. All he could picture was the image of the woman alongside Logan mocking him for being in the dark all this while.
“Was that why you sent me away? To find Nicholas?” His brows creased, his eyes glowing in fury as both feet gradually regained their footing. “You wanted to get rid of me so you—,” he pointed between them, one after the other. “Could get inside one another.” He shook his head half laughing then began to clap slowly. “Well played, Logan—how cunning. And I always saw you as slow and unintelligent,” he chuckled bitterly.
“Leo,” Laura moved to touch him, “It’s not—“
