“I had forgotten how careless you could be when talking to witches,” Greg said after about twenty minutes of silence.
“She agreed to help us,” I said, “What’s the big issue?”
“How did she know your name?” Logan asked and Greg beat me to an answer.
“Because little Miss. I like to talk to witches told her,” he said and I rolled my eyes.
“I didn’t know that we weren’t supposed to tell her,” I said, “I was trying to be nice.”
“Well now she’s way too into your head.” Greg complained and I rolled my eyes.
“I have nothing to hide.”
“It’s not just about you,” he yelled and Logan let out a growl that made me jump slightly.
“Don’t yell at her,” he said in a dangerously low voice and Greg went silent, “Apologize.”
The expression on Logan’s face is one I’ve seen only a han
