glass of cold OJ. He felt a hand grip the back of his neck, and then Rave’s face came into view, a disapproving look on his face. “I thought we talked about this?”
“You talked about this,” he said casually enough as he sipped his juice. He noticed a light throb in his head, but nothing compared to yesterday. Maybe Logan was getting stronger, better at controlling minds so it didn’t make him weak and vulnerable afterward.
“Do you think it’s right to make people do what you want, taking away their free will?” The question was spoken low enough for just Logan to hear, but he heard the censure in the guy’s voice. Now Logan felt like crap for mentally making the bartender get his drink.
“I am who I am, Rave. You may try and stop me from being a styre mente , but I have this gift for a reason.” Why would he have this ability if he couldn’t use it? He wasn’t trying to do bad things with it.
Hell, Logan wasn’t even sure what he was supposed to do with it. But not using it seemed like a waste to him.
“Then we need to figure out a positive way for you to use it. Making someone do your bidding without a choice is wrong.”
“Life isn’t fair. Get over it.” Logan wasn’t usually a douche, but he felt as though Rave was blowing down on him. He hadn’t hurt anyone. Logan didn’t plan to, either. But how was he going to know the extent of his powers if he didn’t try them out, like a test run?
“If you insist on using people as slave labor, we can go back to the house.”
“Or I can just go home.” Logan still wasn’t sure why he was hanging around. His mom’s place was just as safe as Rave’s house was. Aba didn’t know where his mother lived. And since Cal was his only friend, he didn’t have to worry about anyone ratting him out.
“You’re being difficult on purpose,” Rave accused as he took a seat next to Logan. “I’m not your enemy.”
“I don’t know you well enough to agree with that.” Logan could see the frustration in Rave’s brown eyes, but like Logan had stated, he didn’t know Rave. For all he knew, the man could be using him.
Logan didn’t know who to trust. His life had gone from ordinary and monotonous to a fun-filled trip to Disney World where the characters tried to eat people. Maybe not that bad, but it was damn close.
Someone had tried to blow him up—which he was really starting to suspect it to be Aba—then he was told he had funky blood, and then Aba tried to whisk him away to the unknown, against his damn will. Now he sat here with a wolf shifter he didn’t even know who was stating that Logan could trust him.
Not likely.
Rave shook his head, as if confused by Logan’s mistrust. “I know you don’t know me too well, but on my honor I would never hurt you.”
“Again, don’t know ya, pal.” Logan drank down the last of the orange juice and sat the empty glass down that had pulp stuck to the inside as he glanced around.
Logan held back the gasp when his vision blurred for a moment, and then images started forming in his head. He glanced at a couple sitting in a booth, looking pleasant enough as they ate. But Logan could see images swimming in front of him of the woman being pregnant and the man cheating on her countless times. The man was paranoid, too, doubting that the child was even his. Logan blinked a few times and then wiped his eyes with the palms of his hands. How in the hell did he know that?
He glanced at the woman’s belly, but didn’t see even the smallest bump to prove she was pregnant, but somehow he knew she was.
His gaze swung to the next occupied booth. A man sat there alone, sipping what looked like apple juice, or maybe beer, as he watched something on one of the televisions. The guy wore a deep-blue suit, a matching hat, and had brown patent leather shoes on. The soft-soled kind. Logan’s vision swam again, and he could see the man in the blue suit stealing money from the church offering plate.
It was if he
“You talked about this,” he said casually enough as he sipped his juice. He noticed a light throb in his head, but nothing compared to yesterday. Maybe Logan was getting stronger, better at controlling minds so it didn’t make him weak and vulnerable afterward.
“Do you think it’s right to make people do what you want, taking away their free will?” The question was spoken low enough for just Logan to hear, but he heard the censure in the guy’s voice. Now Logan felt like crap for mentally making the bartender get his drink.
“I am who I am, Rave. You may try and stop me from being a styre mente , but I have this gift for a reason.” Why would he have this ability if he couldn’t use it? He wasn’t trying to do bad things with it.
Hell, Logan wasn’t even sure what he was supposed to do with it. But not using it seemed like a waste to him.
“Then we need to figure out a positive way for you to use it. Making someone do your bidding without a choice is wrong.”
“Life isn’t fair. Get over it.” Logan wasn’t usually a douche, but he felt as though Rave was blowing down on him. He hadn’t hurt anyone. Logan didn’t plan to, either. But how was he going to know the extent of his powers if he didn’t try them out, like a test run?
“If you insist on using people as slave labor, we can go back to the house.”
“Or I can just go home.” Logan still wasn’t sure why he was hanging around. His mom’s place was just as safe as Rave’s house was. Aba didn’t know where his mother lived. And since Cal was his only friend, he didn’t have to worry about anyone ratting him out.
“You’re being difficult on purpose,” Rave accused as he took a seat next to Logan. “I’m not your enemy.”
“I don’t know you well enough to agree with that.” Logan could see the frustration in Rave’s brown eyes, but like Logan had stated, he didn’t know Rave. For all he knew, the man could be using him.
Logan didn’t know who to trust. His life had gone from ordinary and monotonous to a fun-filled trip to Disney World where the characters tried to eat people. Maybe not that bad, but it was damn close.
Someone had tried to blow him up—which he was really starting to suspect it to be Aba—then he was told he had funky blood, and then Aba tried to whisk him away to the unknown, against his damn will. Now he sat here with a wolf shifter he didn’t even know who was stating that Logan could trust him.
Not likely.
Rave shook his head, as if confused by Logan’s mistrust. “I know you don’t know me too well, but on my honor I would never hurt you.”
“Again, don’t know ya, pal.” Logan drank down the last of the orange juice and sat the empty glass down that had pulp stuck to the inside as he glanced around.
Logan held back the gasp when his vision blurred for a moment, and then images started forming in his head. He glanced at a couple sitting in a booth, looking pleasant enough as they ate. But Logan could see images swimming in front of him of the woman being pregnant and the man cheating on her countless times. The man was paranoid, too, doubting that the child was even his. Logan blinked a few times and then wiped his eyes with the palms of his hands. How in the hell did he know that?
He glanced at the woman’s belly, but didn’t see even the smallest bump to prove she was pregnant, but somehow he knew she was.
His gaze swung to the next occupied booth. A man sat there alone, sipping what looked like apple juice, or maybe beer, as he watched something on one of the televisions. The guy wore a deep-blue suit, a matching hat, and had brown patent leather shoes on. The soft-soled kind. Logan’s vision swam again, and he could see the man in the blue suit stealing money from the church offering plate.
It was if he
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