“You don’t look that bad.”
Logan had been resting on the infirmary bed for days, recovering from his injuries and getting back his strength. Out of anyone in the infirmary, despite the many wounds, he still looked the best. Same jet black hair, grey eyes, and that aura that seemed to draw people in.
He chuckled low. There were, at least, ten people in the infirmary, most suffering from minor injuries. They were minding their own business, but who knew when gossip would spark. The last time, they were like celebrities, being whispered and gossiped about in every corner of Z.
Irene took a seat beside his bed. “It’s actually good to see you’re here, not me. It proves you’re not that great, you know?”
The guy scoffed. “Oh, please. Tell me again who saved these people’s ass back in that dam
