Chapitre 37: Chapter Thirty Seven

Arya

He is pissed off? Huh? He has no right to be mad right now. After conniving with the vampires to kill my brother and destroy my pack, he still thinks he has the right to go around ordering me and expect me to respond like some idiot.

Where the hell does he get the nerve to act normal after all this?

He wanted to kill Eric and then saved him? what is that? A sick joke, alright, and he expects me to believe that?

I bury my face in my hands in frustration.

What am I supposed to do? Act along like everything is fine? Like he was never a part of this?

I look at the green dress he has given me to wear.

Dinner with my brother.

What if he is yelling the truth? Well, there is only one way to prove it.

I get up from the bed and decide to get dressed. I apply Logan's lotion and comb my messy hair.

The door creaks open and Logan comes in. He slowly approaches me with one hand in his jeans pocket. Despite my anger towards him, he still has the composure of a God.