LUCIUS POV.
I was still standing in the same position staring at nothing in particular as I didn't even realize my hand was trembling until I lifted it to my forehead and smacked it hard against my palm.
"Why does it always have to be Logan who's the good guy?" I muttered to myself, now pacing in frustration.
"I mean, I'm also a nice guy… sometimes. Damn it." I rubbed my forehead once again, my breath was already heavy with irritation and confusion. It wasn't supposed to go that way. I didn't mean to yell at her and I just couldn't stand hearing her say that Logan this, Logan that, of all people…was the only one who cared for her.
