“Y-you mean, Logan?” Irene put down the plate she had been mopping. She stared at the woman with wide eyes. Why would she ask that? What was wrong with Logan?
Misa inched closer, her voice low, “Don’t tell me you don’t know him? His father?” She hissed as she said the word ‘father’. “What has his father done to our people? Your people?” She turned her head away sharply and crossed her arms.
Irene shook her head. Logan had never shared anything personal with her. In fact, Irene only knew what was on the surface: he didn’t care about many things, he always had messy hair, he had been in Z for a long time, and he was incredibly skilled in Floras and Combat. She didn’t know anything about his family.
“My people?” she asked.
“Mind controllers, mind manipulators, your kind of Ace,” answered
