Chapter Ninety-Three
Logan’s POV
And just like that, I have become the subject. And the thing about subjects is that more often than not, they tend to take the blame for everything, even the slightest one caused by nature. “Trina, what is happening?” I question, scooting to the edge of the seat. “We were doing so fine yesterday, but then, suddenly…”
“Nothing was different yesterday.” I can see how hard it is for her to have this discussion too, but she shows it more than I do since I have a great way of hiding my emotions. Her hands hang limply on her thighs for one second, before she clasps them together and tries to act all serious. Yet, even that gets her nervous and she starts playing with her fingers, keeping her eyes glued to the glass table.
“At the lake, we were real. Our wolve
