LOGAN'S POV
He splayed his hands over his chest. “Ouch. That one cuts deep into my flesh. Well, like I said before I'm not the enemy here,” He paused, and continued. “I used to think I was the bad guy, like everyone dubbed me. I guess I'm not,”
I sighed, rubbing my hand over my nose. “Get the hell out of my sight. I have better things to attend to,” I made to sidestep him, when he blurted out.
“Like keeping a close tab on an Omega traitor that doesn't care about the bond you and your brothers share with her?” He asked.
I stilled. My blood froze, as his words replayed in my head. What the hell was he on about?
I counted to three in my head, then I slowly turned to face him. I arched a questioning brow at him. “And, what the hell are you on about?”
He dug his phone out of his poc
