(Logan)
“Okay, you are dying to say something; go ahead, lay it out on me,” I said to Michael after we were alone.
His glare was enough to let me know that he wasn't here to joke.
“You're right, I do have something to say,” Michael replied, his eyes never leaving mine.
“You're thirty-six years old; why are you acting like you're ninety? Protecting everyone should have never been your choice to make from the start. It's putting too much pressure on you and now look at you. Fainting when the pressure becomes too much.” My jaw tightened, and a mix of anger and hurt flashed across my face when Michael said that.
“So now you’re telling me I’m failing at protecting everyone? Is that what this is about?” Michael's expression softened slightly.
“That’s not what I’m saying. What I mean is
