Oh, now I was "his"? Since when?

Seriously, Harris was just here to stir the pot.

The air went heavy with tension, like someone had flipped a switch. And guess what? I was the one stuck in the middle of it.

Logan’s grip on my wrist tightened as his eyes locked onto Harris, sharp and furious. “You really want to do this? Fine. Keep your goons here,” he snapped.

Harris laughed softly, clearly unfazed. “You’re going to call the cops to scare me? Please. ...