Sabrina
"So, what exactly is this grand master plan of yours?"
I could hardly hear Logan’s voice in the bass of the underground lounge.
He sloshed the amber liquid around in his crystal tumbler, glaring at the ice cubes.
We were in a velvet-lined corner booth at The Obsidian that was a high-end, dimly lit bar downtown. It was the kind of place where the city's elite came to hide their dirty secrets.
I took a slow sip of my dry martini and let the gin burn the back of my throat before I set the glass down on the table. I leaned back into the upholstery, crossing my legs. "The plan, darling, is to use the one thing Reed can't control." I stated. "Her subconscious."
Logan scoffed, downing the rest of his bourbon in one swallow. "Her subconscious thinks she is a teenager obsessed with a
