AMARA'S POV
My lips thinned in a straight line. “I’m not done talking to my mom yet.” I fired at him. What the hell is wrong with these people? Logan, his personal assistant, was brute. I wonder how Cruel Rylan would act.
I didn't even want to think about it. Logan sneered, but didn't utter a single word. His impatience, clear on his features.
Mom pushed herself up from the couch, turning to face him. “I’m sorry about that Logan, we were already done talking,”
I fkocjedy, but remained calm when I picked up on the apprehension on her face. I shifted my gaze back on the man who had a dark shade obscuring his eyes.
“Give me ten more minutes, I'll be out.” I'd made myself sound calm, but the statement had come out petulant.
Logan didn't move by an inch. Then, almost like he was wor
