Crossing my arms over myself, I tried to hide the tremble in my hands. “You did that deliberately,” I said to Logan, refusing to look at him. His eyes were bewitching, ironically. “You’re controlling and manipulating my life, and I can’t tell yet if it’s to help me or make everything much worse.” His gaze burned into the side of my face, taunting me to look at him, but I held strong. Mostly. “When have I made your life worse, best friend?”
