LOGAN'S POV.
The silver-haired man tilted his head at me, and his lips immediately curled into a cruel smirk. " Seriously? Did you compel the maid? Are you trying to hide a secret? Or is there something that she has seen that she's not supposed to see?" I was tense now because Diana may speak up or say what she knows and then I will be in trouble and the man in question was speaking like he already knows what I had done.
" Don't tell me that you go around in the pack compelling just servant maids. How do you want your punishment? I'm sure Lucius will take all pleasure in punishing you since he doesn't like you." His tone dripped with mockery, heat flared in my chest, sharp and biting. I could feel my claws itching to rip through my skin.
"Watch your tongue," I growled, stepping closer until the water from the pool reflected both our shadows across the surface. "You don't know who you're talking to."
