"I assure you, Logan, your protestations of innocence are as transparent as this glass," I said, holding up my drink for emphasis before taking a leisurely sip. "But let"s not dwell on your mistakes. We have more pressing matters to attend to."
Logan swallowed hard, his Adam"s apple bobbing as he tried to gauge my intentions. "What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, the bravado of his earlier denial gone.
I smiled, a cold, predatory thing that never reached my eyes. "It"s not about what I want, Logan. It"s about what Ryker Wolfe wants. And right now, he wants a word with you—in private."
The color drained from Logan"s face, leaving him pale under the neon lights. He glanced around the bar, perhaps looking for an escape route or a friendly face to come to h
