The tension in the bathroom was palpable. Tara's calm eyes remained locked onto Dana's, whose expression tried to stay composed, but the rage burning beneath was impossible to miss.
"Little cousin, don't you think you're making this matter bigger than it is?" Dana asked in a restrained voice.
"Am I?" Tara replied calmly.
"What's going on here?"
An old, dominant voice suddenly echoed through the bathroom. Everyone turned toward the source of the voice only to find the Logan patriarch standing there with an unreadable expression.
The people near the door immediately stepped aside to make way for him. The moment his eyes met Tara's, she stiffened slightly under his gaze.
Tara immediately stood up from the chair, composed as ever.
"Patriarch," she greeted respectfully.
