Bella
The moment the door closed behind him, I scoffed loud and hard.
"Look at him," I muttered. "Acting all big and mighty. Giving me orders."
I folded my arms and paced the room like a trapped animal.
Doesn't he know without me, he would be dead by now? Not breathing. Cold. Gone. Instead of falling on his knees and thanking me, he thinks he can tell me what to do.
Please.
I don't do well with commands. Never have. Never will.
"Stupid, handsome, idiotic wolf," I hissed under my breath.
And the worst part?
He doesn't even know how dangerous he is to me.
Not his brother. Not this place. Him.
Logan is dangerous to my heart. To my head. To the walls I worked so hard to build. He wants to break me down piece by piece. And I hate that part of me wants to let him.
But never.
If he thinks stopping Kate will stop me, then he really doesn't know me at all.
"If I can't use Kate," I said aloud, grabbing my coat, "then I'll do it myself."
