Logan's POV.
The blinds are drawn, allowing the morning sun to filter into my study. My footsteps echo as I head over to my bar nonchalantly, grabbing a bottle of margarita.
Back behind my desk, I settle into my seat with a wince and pour the drink into my glass filled with three ice cubes.
The two young men in the room watch me with curiosity. I know Lester watches me with worry given the slight wound I obtained earlier this morning.
"Hmmm…" a hum escapes me when I take a drink, wetting my throat. Then I glare back at Tiago. "Let me guess, the rulers have notched up their security just to keep us away from this town?"
Tiago swallows, a grit to his jaw as he nods. It actually amazes me how he manages to pretend to be human all these years while living under the noses of th
