Chapter 133. Hilarious

Chris’s POV

Logan’s silence was deafening. What was he waiting for before striking?

Since he revealed his intentions, he should act accordingly, but he had been quiet. It was scary.

“Why not accept that the grenades killed him?” my wolf asked.

I ignored him, still picking at the food on my plate. There was no way that could kill him.

I badly regret not turning back to know what happened. He’d be hurt but not dead.

Surely, Logan would need medicine for his wounds, and with his rogues killed, he’d have to go himself.

I made sure that warriors were stationed around to alert me when he did, but no one saw him.

Instead, they spoke of a little demon, like Edwin. Crazy lot. Was it fear making them hallucinate?

I dropped the spoon on the plate and sat back. “Someone should take this away!” I ordered.

The watery soup was making my thoughts swirl around; I needed some steadiness. I looked up to meet Sasha’s gaze.