Owen’s feeling of pride was quickly squashed by the sound of sarcastically slow clapping breaking the silence. Lounging against one of the fence posts of the Fire Arena was none other than Logan Mallory. Who else could have shown up during Owen’s proudest moment and stolen it for himself?
“What do you want, Logan?” Owen demanded. He had no use for pleasantries, as he was rather put out.
“Who’s to say I want something? Maybe I’m just here to train, like everyone else.” Somehow Logan seemed relaxed despite Owen’s hostile attitude. He’d looked practically bored all day, unaffected by the previous night’s tragedy and the news that his mentor was truly dead. Owen couldn’t understand whether Logan truly had no emotions or was just brilliant at hiding them. Either way, it was with ease that Lo
