LOGAN'S POV
"Logan?" I hear a voice call me, and when my eyes crack open, I see my brother's face hovering.
"Why are you sleeping on the balcony?" Deaton asks.
I look at him, confused. And when I look around, the sky is already dark.
"I was just thinking with my eyes closed; I didn't realize when I was falling asleep," I say and sit down. "How did you get in? I'm sure I locked the door," I add.
Deaton sits at the bottom part of the chaise, facing me. "You gave me a key, remember?" My brother reminds me.
My brain is really f****d up, even that fact I'm able to forget.
"I got worried about you. I saw you stormed out of our father's office. I called you, but you didn't even look, not even a glance. I did not follow you to give you space, but you've been
