Anna's POV
Logan's hand unexpectedly reached up to cup my face. His familiar features suddenly seemed alien, transformed by an intensity I'd never witnessed before.
"Because I don't want to be the nice guy anymore, Anna. I'm tired of always being considerate of others," Logan said, his eyes burning with an unfamiliar heat. His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "Because I might do things that will make you hate me."
My eyes widened as shock pulsed through my system. Had he completely lost his mind? The irony wasn't lost on me—l'd just rebuffed Jack Simpson only to immediately face another unwanted advance. My instincts screamed danger, and I stepped backward only to feel his hand firmly grasp the back of my head.
We were close enough that passersby might mistake us for lovers about to kiss. Disgust and fury roiled in my stomach. This man was even more unhinged than Samuel.
