The door to the dark room pushed open, and Logan stepped inside.
He turned the lights on, and his dark gaze fell on Delarcy, who was seated on the floor with her head hurried in her knees and her arms wrapped around her legs.
"Hello…" He spoke with a grin on his face, and Delarcy lifted her head to look at him.
"What do you want?" She questioned.
Logan cackled and moved closer to her.
He squatted down to her level and grabbed her by the chin.
"Do you remember that day in the elevator?" He asked.
"What are you talking about?" Delarcy frowned at him.
"Oh, that moment you gazed at me with scorn in your eyes. Being so loyal to your master, hmm." He chuckled, and seeming to have recalled the faithful day he was talking about, Delarcy's frown deepened.
"So what?" She questioned.
