“I’M HERE TO give my confession,” Logan said as he pushed open the door to Cole’s office and walked inside. As his brother looked up at him, the other occupant in the room, a man with rich auburn hair who was seated across from Cole’s desk, said, “I’m only here for a week this time round, Mitchell. Your confession would take a hell of a lot longer than that.” Logan strode into the office, as Joel Priestley, a.k.a. Priest, got to his feet and extended a hand.
