“Sorry I’m not being a good enough captive for you. What would you like me to do? Clean the house? Worship at your feet?” Logan’s gaze darkens. “You offering?” “Fuck no.” I cross my arms at the same time Buffalo says, ‘Yes.’ Logan shrugs. “Then tell me what Buffalo says.” “Fuck no,” I spit back immediately. Logan gives a mean grin. “He likes me, doesn’t he?” “Likes you?” I sputter, looking for the right words. “Sure, like a dog likes the person who hits it. He doesn’t know any better.”
