A couple pieces of toast and a cup of coffee later, Logan was throwing me around the room like a dry rag. I hit the wall and slid down, staying where I was, contemplating if it was worth it.
“Get up. You have to learn some moves,” Logan said, frowning at me.
“It"s not like I can use my talons. Any way I strike with them at any one body part is enough to m**m. Which is the reason I am not striking you back.” I pursed my lips to prevent myself from whining.
After a moment of silence, I looked up and found Logan smiling.
That killer smile again.
“What?”
“You"re pouting. You"re so cute when you pout.”
“I am not,” I bristled.
“No? It looks like it from here. It suits you.” He smiled again, and I got up.
An hour later, I was cursing. “You baited me,” I growled, my voice muffled by the c
