Logan glared up at the ceiling, before turning to look at the clock on his bedside table. The red numbers shone at him, 1:00, the red lighting up the darkened room. He hadn’t been able to sleep at all, his mind whirling.
Sighing, he pushed himself up, swinging his legs out of bed and rubbing a hand over his face.
Pulling on a shirt and pants, he
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