LOGAN'S POV.
I sat there on the cold marble floor, breathing heavily, my ribs aching from the blows Lucius had rained on me minutes ago. Every muscle in my body screamed in pain. I wiped the blood trickling from my lip and tried to push myself up, but my legs wobbled.
"Even when he's in my body, he's still strong," I muttered under my breath, letting out a dry, humorless laugh. My jaw ached when I spoke, and I winced. "Damn it… how did I even let him beat me that bad?"
I leaned back against the wall, closing my eyes for a second, trying to regain my strength. But just as I began to relax, I heard hurried footsteps. When I looked up, Diana was running toward me with a bowl of steaming water and a white towel.
For a moment, my heart leapt.
She came back. She actually came back for me, I was scared she had hurried away because she felt something was wrong and she probably thinks the way I was looking at her maybe there was an evil thought in my head.
