CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Cloak and Dagger“Cameras Logan! Really?” Hana fixed her hands on her hips and shook her head. “Why do you feel the need to spy on me?”
“I don’t.” Logan sank into a kitchen chair and fixed his hands behind his head. The chair rocked backwards on two legs and defiance back-lit his grey eyes, turning them the colour of grit.
Hana turned away and watched Wiri and Phoenix play on the slide. Mac sat underneath and ate a plate of sandwiches, oblivious to the thudding overhead. Hana saw him pick out the cucumber and lay it on the ground in a pile. “He’s feeding that hedgehog again,” she sighed.
“I’m not watching you, I promise.” Logan lowered his voice and his tone changed to one of placation. His arms stretched higher and revealed his toned abdominal muscles. Hana turned i
