LUCIUS' POV.
As I was outside thinking if my brain was really working because why in the name of the Goddess would I want to involve the Priestess in such a matter. The more I tried to make sense of what had happened, the more it felt like my thoughts were spinning out of control.
The night air pressed against my skin as I quickly rush back to Logan, aa I changed my decision from involving the Priestess.
"I think the only reasonable thing to do right now," I said, forcing calm into my voice, "is to calm down and think.'' Logan, who was standing across from me in my body, didn't speak. He just stared as his expression unreadable.
"Well?" I snapped, my voice was rising slightly. "Do you have a better idea?"
He ran a hand through his hair… I mean my hair and exhaled. "No… but maybe rushing to your priestess isn't the best move."
"And why not?" I asked, arching a brow. "Unless you've suddenly developed a fondness for staying in my skin."
