~Amelia~
Logan's plea lingered in the air, a delicate thread of vulnerability stretching between us . After what felt like an eternity, I finally looked up from my laptop. My emerald green eyes, once warm, now full of wariness and anger.
I glared at him and asked Icily, “What do we need to talk about, Logan?”
The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken grievances. As Logan hesitated, choosing his words carefully, My gaze intensified. The accusation that followed was sharp, cutting through the tension in the room.
I muttered angrily, “You hurt Desmond. Don't act like you're innocent in all of this.” “Just Admit you did, Logan.”
“Amelia, it's not what you think.” he mumbled, and moved closer to me.
I gazed at him, as I was bored with Logan as he struggled to find the right words.
