DESTINY

I was drifting in and out of sleep when the door to my room opened again. This time, it was Logan, his presence filling the space with an intensity that made me sit up straighter.

He closed the door behind him and approached the bed, his gaze cold and assessing. "How are you feeling?" he asked, though his tone lacked any real concern.

"Sore," I replied, wary of his sudden appearance. "But I'll be fine."

"Good," he said curtly. "You need to learn to defend yourself better. You can't rely on luck to keep you safe."

"Is that why you're here?" I shot back, irritation flaring. "To criticize me?"

Logan's eyes flashed with anger, and for a moment, I thought he might lash out. But then something strange happened. His eyes changed color, shifting from their usual dark hue to them glowing.

When he spoke again, his voice was different—softer, yet more commanding. "Andrea, forgive him. Logan can be... harsh."

I blinked in surprise. What is happening

"Yes," Alex replied gently. "I