I didn't know what he was doing at my house. He was the last person I wanted to see at the moment.
"I need to talk to you."
"Well, I'm busy," I crossed my arms in front of my chest.
"Bree, please."
I saw Lennox approaching us, by the corner of my eye. "Just go, Logan," she said.
"Shut up, Lennox," he barked.
"I don't have time-"
"I have answers," he cut me off.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "You do?"
He nodded, smirking.
"Don't believe him," Lennox said.
"She just doesn't want me to tell you the truth," he retorted.
"You don't want me to know?" I frowned, looking at her.
"That's bullshit. You can't possibly believe him."
"You didn't reply," I accused her. "You don't want me to know the truth?"
She sighed. "Of course, I want you to know. But I don't want him," she pointed at Log
