"Eli, what else are you keeping from me?"
Logan's voice, low and piercing with a lethal edge simmering behind his words, cut through the room like a whip. His face was framed by sharp shadows from the flames as he stood by the fireplace. His jaw was clenched, his arms folded across his chest, and his dark eyes stared into mine with a ferocity that made my stomach turn.
The air in the room was suddenly too heavy, so I swallowed hard. "Logan, I was unaware of your return."
"Obviously," he said, a sour smirk twisting his lips. "I expect answers when I get home, but instead I see you skulking about like a burglar in your own home."
His accusation hit me harder than I anticipated, and I recoiled. I defended myself by saying, "I wasn't sneaking." "I—"
He stepped up and interrupted, saying,
