Noah's POV
"I'm sorry…"
I blink at Logan, the words still echoing in my head.
I ask him what's going on and he tells me my training begins now. I don't think that's how questions are supposed to be answered because that is not what I wanted to hear.
Logan stares at me like he's not being intentionally vague and confusing. My brow arches, another question leaving me on a confused tone; "What?"
Oliver, without missing a beat, giggles beside me. "Whaaaa! Whaaa!"
Logan doesn't answer immediately again. Unsurprisingly. Instead, he's already pushing past me, walking toward the glass doors that overlook the garden, shoving them open like the air inside is suddenly too much to bear.
"You'll need to change into something breathable," he says quickly. "Do you have your workout clothes here? Mine might be too big for you. I don't want you tripping, so you'll need to be comfortable. If you don't have any, I can run to your place."
