Logan stared at the woman in front of him like a starving man, afraid she might vanish in the next second.
"I'm not just loitering," he said softly. "I'm here to take you home."
Without hesitation, Selina replied, "I'm not going back."
Logan's eyes darkened briefly, then he let out a small, understanding laugh.
"Alright. It's fine. Stay here and enjoy your time with Damien."
Selina shot him a sharp look.
"Don't call him by his first name. You two aren't close!"
What nerve. Damien was her older brother—what did Logan have to do with him?
Logan's eyes softened at her spirited expression. A hint of a smile played on his lips as he suddenly pressed a hand to his stomach.
Selina noticed. "What's wrong?"
His voice was hoarse. "I haven't eaten all day. My stomach hurts."
She immediately recalled something Miller Butler once said—that Logan had grown up struggling, often without enough to eat, which had left him with a chronic stomach condition.
