Chapter 398 Lost In Time
- Logan
- Harry led me away from the throng of guests, his arm casually draped over my shoulder as if we were the best of pals, like old mates catching up and not rivals who hated each other to our very cores. We made our way to the bar, where I leaned over and ordered a whiskey on ice to calm my frayed nerves.
- “What did you want to talk about?” I asked, glancing at my brother.