Gianna Ossen
Aiden and I brought Logan home. When we got home, we immediately took him to his room.
"I'll get some water for him," Aiden said.
I quickly wiped Aiden's sweaty face. Grace said that Logan actually had a very high tolerance for alcohol, but today, he drank too much. He used up almost half of the bar's alcohol supply.
Fortunately, the owner was a werewolf, so he wasn't surprised. But the employees must have wondered. There was no way a human could drink such a large amount of alcohol.
"I didn't want you to be like this, Logan," I said.
Logan's eyes opened. He looked at me sarcastically but also sadly.
"Why did you leave, Hooman? You promised you wouldn't leave me," Logan said.
"I left because I didn't want you to die, Logan. I won't let you die because of me."
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