Page 48 of Tortured Eyes
Everything that seemed vicious in his gaze drops. He just hovers there in front of me on his knees, mud coating his leathers from our tussle.
“You leave him out of this before I do kill you,” he murmurs, eventually getting to his feet and turning away. "Samuel has nothing to do-"
“Samuel?” I question, not expecting a name.
As soon as I repeat the name, Logan turns back to me and looks me over, his eyes clouding with… something. Whatever it is lingers there until he slowly spins away again, his hands reaching for his smokes. Two long, deep pulls and he rubs over his forehead as if trying to soothe something or calm himself down. I don'tknow what's happening with him. Everything in the air just changed from that name alone.
“Just fucking go, Red," he says, pinching his brow and walking circles around himself. "Get lost. Or die. I don't care. I'm done with your ass. Time to leave."
What in the hell? All this and then 'just go'?
I look around the small area and scramble to my feet, staying part crouched, ready to flee or attack, but he keeps his distance. I’m happy to add to that as my feet back away because I sense I won’t get another opportunity. Whatever changed his mind is a mystery I don't have time for now.
I get lost in the treeline and stay close to the road, hoping for a passing car at some point. Looking back isn’t an option, no matter how great the pull. I need to get the hell away from Logan Cane before I lose my goddamn mind about who he is and how I feel.
