LOGAN'S POV
I walked into Heather's room, to see her laying on her back on the bed. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling, and she looked to be deep in thoughts. I couldn't believe she'd try to do something like that.
"I hope you're thinking about your sins?" I asked, startling her in the process. Her eyes fell on me, and she shot me a guilty look. She looked guilty, but not in any way remorseful.
"I didn't mean to." She muttered. "Moreover, she hurt me so badly." She pouted angrily, touching her bandaged head in emphasis.
"Heather, are you kidding me right now? You attacked someone who had done nothing wrong to you! What did you expect when you attacked someone as strong as her?"
"But she did something wrong to you! And now she's here to destroy our newly found happiness." She sobbed,
