Logan’s POV

She falls into a fit of rage as soon as she’s in the comfort of her home, grabbing the object nearest to her reach and smashing it to the floor. She straightens up and exhales. “I really liked that vase.”

She rips off her coat as Linda rushes in to clean up the mess without asking any questions. And she trudges away to her study like a child throwing a tantrum and I follow silently behind her until she’s seated at her desk, pulling at her hair, and breathing heavily against the wooden surface. I roll my eyes, walking over to her and waiting at the other side of the desk for her to calm down.

“I want to destroy them all,” she sighs. “I want them dead.”

My lips tug into an involuntary smile. “Is that an order?”

She looks up at me and frowns. “Of course not!”

I roll my eyes again. “I can make him partner with you. All I need is your permission and ten minutes alone with him,” I say.

She looks at me again. “Are you going to torture him? Compel him?” She as