Chapter 37 Now Shall We Talk Business?

• Freya, sensing the storm that was about to erupt, hurriedly tightened her grip on Logan’s arm.
• “Logan,” she whispered urgently, tilting her head toward him, “don’t. Please. Remember why we came here. Let’s not start trouble, okay?”
• Her voice, though soft, carried desperation. Logan’s jaw was clenched, the cigarette between his fingers long extinguished, but the flame in his eyes refused to die down. Slowly, he exhaled and lowered his gaze to Freya. Against his instincts, he allowed her words to anchor him.