On her way to the Ebony villas, Luna picked up twisted buns for Logan, she remembered how much he loved them. To her disappointment, he tossed the paper bag on the floor on the kitchen island counter and expressed his dislike for them.
"Why would you get me those tacky things? Ariel...." He paused his sentence midway and gazed at her with narrowed eyes. Logan had noticed that there were a lot of similarities between Luna and his dead wife, he was beginning to find it disturbing.
"What the hell is going on? Did she ask you to get that shit for me? It's creepy. Last time during the Hannibal saga...." Logan pinched his lips leaving her in suspense once again.
He wanted to ask about that thing she did of twirling her hair as she bit her nails, to this day it still lingered on his mind. Logan shook his head vehemently. "I must be imagining things, my dead wife moved on right?" He asked with raised brows.
