(DARKMOON PACK, LOGAN'S STUDY ROOM)

LOGAN

I inhaled the smoke from my cigarette, puffing it out again as it lingered in the air, piece of shattered glass lay scattered across the dimly lit room.

I sipped on my whisky, staring at the picture of Ava lying on the table.

My fist clutched tightly on her cup, as my jaw tightened.

“Heard you lost the war?” Ethan's voice rang as he walked into the room. “Such a mess.” He chuckled, staring across the room.

“You’re back?” I turned, eyes ...