I shook my head, trying to dispel them, when Logan chanced a worried glance. “Did I say you could look at me?” I snapped, exhaling sharply. “Sorry siren.” He was provoking me. But it worked. Stale scent of plants drifted in, my other senses turning back on. “Who am I?” I walked over to a cleaning cloth and tore it into a thin strip. “Master.” Excitement shot through me at his soft tone. He was steadfastly staring at the ground, like the good boy he was.
