Logan parked his vintage motorcycle in front of the Victorian mansion and jogged up the stairs and inside. As soon as he opened the door, Alex manifested in front of him in a plume of obsidian smoke and made Logan jump.
“Where has your a*s been?" Alex crossed his arms over his chest, irritated that he hadn't gone straight home.
“Not important," Logan walked past his best friend, knocking him with his shoulder.
“To h*ll it's not important. It's been busy around here and you've been M.I.A." Alex stared at his best friend with an irritated expression.
Logan grunted, ignoring his best friend's irritation.
“What's the plan with Elijah?" Alex caught up to his stubborn best friend. “I heard you were allowed to have one man with you."
“D*mn, news travels fast. Did he text Cleo or something?"
