LOGAN'S POV
“We need to talk,” I said pointedly, the instant I stepped into Zane's private lounge. The massive space doubled as a personal training ground.
Zane tuned me out, counting the number of press-ups he'd put in. “Hundred and thirteen. Hundred and fourteen…”
The tiny mental thread that held my patience was thinning out. I could only take so much…before an outburst.
Orion spat. ‘Perhaps, you just have to be a man, and stand up for your mate,’
“As long as she doesn't die,”
I was drowned in a link with Orion, it was a struggle to register his words.
My jaw grazed the linoleum floor. “How callous can you be?”
He paused, and pushed himself up. “Maybe because you're acting like a teenager in love,” he fired back at me. Then his eyes gleamed with the signature streak of mis
