He didn't say anything else.
No insults, no threats, no demands.
He just turned, and walked away, his head down, his messy hair hiding his expression, vanishing into the rose bushes without another word.
Hannah stood frozen on the garden path, watching the empty space where he'd disappeared, her mind spinning so fast she could barely form a coherent thought.
Two-faced indeed.
Far more layered, far more conflicted, than she'd ever bothered to imagine.
The Logan who'd snarled at her like a feral dog, who'd called her a half-breed outsider, who'd radiated enough hatred to melt stone… was the same boy who'd once picked flowers for his ailing aunt, who'd lingered for two hours in the cold evening air just to make sure she hadn't been harmed.
It was absurd.
It was confusing.
And it made him infinitely more dangerous than if he'd just been a one dimensional bully.
Ren huffed, breaking her daze, his tiny claws kneading gently at her shoulder.
