Moments later, Logan stormed in, ignoring me completely as I lay slumped on the couch. His long strides carried him straight to the bedroom without so much as a glance in my direction.

Miles, calm as ever, wiped the corner of his mouth. For a fleeting moment, I caught a glimpse of it—a faint smear of red.

Logan returned, his face tight with tension. Miles, unperturbed, broke the silence. "You don’t always have to assume the worst of me." ...