BIANCA'S POV

"Here you go, Bianca."

Logan handed me a glass of water. I was hesitant to take it, suspecting it must have been drugged.

"No, thanks," I muttered.

"Do you want to die of thirst? You look exhausted already, and you need something to restore your energy."

"I never asked for a glass of water in the first place, so please let me be."

I hit back at Logan, finally conquering the fear I had for him. The brief exchange we had made me think less of him; he wasn't actually the dreaded monster he projected.

Still, Logan wouldn't give up on me. He paced back and forth, whistling...