“Sorry.” Hana licked her lips and looked sick. Logan crouched next to her and rested his hand on her knee as the technician dug into another vein. By the time he finished, she bore two sore arms and a swimming sensation in her head.
“I suggest you drink sugary tea and eat something.” The technician narrowed his dark brow at Hana’s pale complexion. “The doctor’s surgery is open next door if you feel faint.”
“I’m fine.” Hana stood and yanked her sleeves over the tape, reeling a little as she bent to retrieve her handbag.
Logan led her from the building, checking the car park for the blonde man. “It’s safe,” he said, fixing his arm around her shoulders. He crinkled his nose. “You’re actually in more danger with me here.”
“Why?” Hana stopped between two cars, trailing him with their finger
