LOGAN

I flung open the door and there she stood, a knife on her hand as she held it towards her wrist. I raised my brows at her stupidity.

“You won't die, if I slit it there.” I said walking towards her. She stared at me, her eyes roaming through my body. “Oh this,” pointing towards the blood on my shirt. “Just having a little fun a while ago before you disrupted me but I think I can finish it here.” A smirk appeared on my face as I advanced towards her. She fell on the bed and ...