Third POV
The five hours something minute ride to his house was in silence.
They arrived and steeped into the elevator. Elena had a quick mental thought about whether she had ever been to a penthouse before. No, she hadn't.
"Are you cold? You kinda shivered now." Logan said. Elena hadn't even realized she shivered.
"No, I'm not cold." She muttered. She was too overwhelmed by all of this! Now she was like a spy at Logan's house, all by herself. Her grandpa created troubles and died right before she could even hold him accountable for them!
It really was just her. No family or friends at all. She gulped in, there was a lump in her chest.
The doors opened to sleek marble, floor-to-ceiling glass, and a skyline view so clean it almost felt fake.
It opened directly into a space that l
