DRAVEN’S POV:
‘Logan! Logan!! Logan!!!’ He enjoyed pissing me off, pushing all of my buttons. Even when we were young, he never stopped until he had me in a terrible place.
I paced about, trying to control my rage. “Are you going to say something?” she queried my pacing after ten minutes. I took a deep breath.
“Do you want to tell me what that was about?” I saw the shock on her face—the one that made it clear she was not expecting me to demand an explanation and certainly not in the calm tone I used. Her shock was followed by a moment of silence and stares.
“We got talking about hobbies and I mentioned I would love to learn fencing. He offered to teach me.” She explained, “It really was nothing. I just got over excited. I’m sorry.” I saw her sincerity and remorse and I was well aware I
