Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) novel Chapter 416

Catherine's eyes lit up like Christmas lights when she saw Logan walk in, her ears turning a shade of pink that would give Santa's suit competition. But her words came out twisted like tangled tree lights, "I was almost killed, okay? Pure luck that I didn't end up dead!"

Logan, hearing her words, sat down on the chair in front of the bed and leaned back, saying fiercely, "Who can you blame on? You're in this mess because you went looking for trouble, aren’t you? Other than not ending up dead, what exactly did your little sleuthing adventure accomplish? Spill it!"

His words were a clear jab at her.

Catherine's face froze, her complexion turning gloomy.

That's the thing about people, if it had been just the two of them, Catherine would've taken it on the chin. But with me and Hannah in the room, her pride wouldn't allow it. It was like Logan had slapped her in the face in front of us.

I saw it all and thought, 'Man, Logan's really stirring the pot.' He knew damn well Catherine didn't want to drudge up the mess, but here he was, poking the bear. Was he looking for a fight?

Sure, he might've wanted to remind her to be more careful, but timing is everything. She had just woken up, and he started with the lecture. No way she'd be jolly about that.

So, I stepped in to smooth things over. "Hold up, Logan. Catherine's little escapade got the council's attention. Lavender Lane is on the list for a major clean-up. If that's not a win, I don't know what is."

"That is something to cheer about," Logan conceded, nodding genuinely for a moment before adding, "But don't you think that's too big a price to pay?"

I eyed him to tell him to stop talking, but he pretended not to notice.

"I don't know about any Lavender Lane, but if you're willing to risk your neck to get noticed, you're practically a saint. They should crown you the Goldenvale Town Good Samaritan!" Logan's sarcasm cut deep.

Catherine, unfazed, shot back, "You can save your concern, DragonLord. My life's my own to gamble with. If my number's up, I'll take my final bow gracefully. If not, I'll face it head-on. No need for you to fret."