Logan appeared behind her and held her waist with his large hands and nibbled on her earlobe. She parted her lips for a soft warm breathe while holding a small fabric in her hand. 
     "What took you so long?" Camila asked, steering away from him. 
    "I had company" Logan replied. 
    Camila looked into his eyes. "Let me guess… Buck?" 
    Logan chuckled. "Yeah, Buck…" he walked closer to her and enclosed the gap between them. She was relatively small with him and she adored him and loved that he was such a large darling.
He parted her hairs to the side and touched her face with his hand and Camila stared up at his hot lips. 
    "What is it?" She managed to say even though it seemed like she was under his wings, covered with his aura and strength. It was this time that she wasn't in control and was falling into his arms. 
     "I am just glad that you are fine…" he said with a smile. Camila smiled abruptly and tightened her grasp on the fabric. "What is that?" 
     "I- I don't… I'm not sure…" she slid it into her jeans pocket and smiled. 
    "I've got to get going" Camila said, rubbing her hand on her forehead. 
     "What's wrong with you? Are you wounded? …" He sniffed, but he couldn't sniff out any serious wound. 
    "Oh, no…" Camila chuckled. "It's been a weird night. I need to rest my head. So, if you will excuse me?" 
     Logan deferred for a moment trying to figure out what had gone wrong. It was just strange. "Sure" he spaced out and Camila walked away. "Can I drive you home though?" 
    "No, man. I'm fine. Have a good night" 
    "You too" 
     Logan watched her walk away from the scene until she was out of his reach, and he traced his way back to his house.
****
     *CAMILA*_*
     Immediately I went back to my hotel, I turned the room upside down looking for nothing in particular but just a clue; any type at all that would certify my claim, while the small fabric remained intact. 
     A few hours in, nothing was found, nothing. I was literally going crazy. 
     "Damn it!" I kicked the properties on the floor alongside the clothes and bags scattered all around the room and threw myself on the bed. 
     I got up and stared at the small fabric in my hand which had a six color flowers embroidery on it. It was like I have seen it before, like I owned it or got it as a gift.
I just couldn't remember, but the more I stared at it the more it started to make sense, and there was a swirling sensation in my head. I never take drugs, why would I now? 
     "Argh!" Once I screamed in pain, it stopped. My body temperature was getting high, my breathing had escalated and all I could do to remedy my situation 
   All I thought about doing was to lie down on the bed and close my eyes hoping that the pain would just go away. But it never did. All I had with me was a piece of cloth that could reveal who my target was. 
     "Well, damn it. I'm not about to lose either side, am I?" I jolted out of the bed with my car keys and drove to Logan's yard. 
    ****
     "You know, I could literally sense when someone is at my door step…" Logan said, sitting in a chair in the living room closer to the front door after the main entrance, with his hand yielding a glass of scotch. 
     "Anyone would…" Camila added, stepping into the living room and taking a sit at once without the offering. 
     "So, what can I get you?" Logan asked, staring at her weary self. 
     Camila shrugged and drew out a smile across her lips. "No, I'm fine. Thank you" 
     "Scotch? You know, this is a very special bottle, it's like only ten left in the world—" 
     "And you have one…" 
     "Surprisingly…" he said with a chuckle. "The Taste itself it's epic, I doubt anyone wouldn't wanna have a taste, you know what I mean?" He brought the glass cup close to his nose, taking a satisfying sniff with a wink at Camila. 
     "You can keep your legendary scotch. I don't give a shit" 
    "Hmmm…" Logan adjusted and placed the glass cup on the table beside him. "Something's bothering you, what is it?" 
    "Look, I don't know the kind of mind games you're into, wether you're in secret voodoo society or something in that nature, I don't fucking care, so you gotta keep it down, yeah?" 
    A furrow grew on Logan's face and lightened up after a few seconds. "Oh! Your emotions aren't so good, is it?" 
    "Wh- what do you meant?" She asked curiously. 
   "I mean, look at you. All weird and a little bit lost and uneasy—" 
    "And what do you know about it?" She asked. 
    "Who said I know anything about it? Incase you haven't noticed, I'm trying to have a good time here right before you came in." He said with a smile. 
     "You think this is funny? Huh?"
     "What are you talking about? " He asked with a chuckle. 
    "Anyways, I need your help…" 
     Logan sat right with some wonderous stings on his mind. "Yeah?" 
     "It's nothing new. Just what we already started…" 
    "What we started?" Logan asked with a bit of uncertainty. 
     "You want to avenge Mrs Lopez's death, don't you?" 
    Logan chuckled."what's the point?" He asked with a saddened face. 
    "What the fuck are you taking about? You're the one hell-bent on finding those men and terminating them at once!" 
    "Mrs Lopez would have want me to move on, forget about it, and keep living…" 
    Camila was surprised to hear that from him. He can't be serious? "I can't believe this? Forget about it? Is that how you really are? What kind of a monster are you?" 
    Logan smiled. "Well, that's one way to say it… are you any better though" he took a sip from his glass as if he was enjoying it all. 
    Camila stood up by force and with rage. "Yes! I am better! Because all I wanna do right now is chase those men down and kill everyone one of them, and—" 
    "And what? What huh? What do you gain after that? Are you talking about the men who are already wasted in their camp or whatever? You saw it with your eyes, they are all dead—" 
    "But someone or some people got out, they could be the people we are looking for" 
    "What do you even care? About two to three days ago, you said to me clearly that you are not doing this, you were clear about it. So why now? Why? What's up? "