Metanoia

-01-

"You still haven't unpacked everything," I realized.

"I haven't had time," Logan shrugs.

"You haven't made time," I amend.

She shrugs, but I notice how diminutive it is. She hasn't made much of an effort to plant roots here. From the little she's told me, she moved around a lot after she ran away from home. She emancipated herself, and that's all she will say to me about it. Not that I blame her; it took me a long time to find my place. Now that I think about it, she only speaks to a few people outside of work.

"What are we having?" she asks instead.

"What are you in the mood for?" I countered as I pulled out a few takeout menus. "I'm not in the mood to cook."

"...I made him stop," Logan suddenly says. "I was...he was about to kill that girl, but I could reach inside his head and make him stop, and he even dropped the knife."

"That's new," I marveled.

"Yeah," she lets out a sharp breath.

"I think in the interest of power development, you need protein," I quipped. "Brain food."

"So, order from that health food place we went to last week," Logan suggests as she heads to her bedroom. "The one that didn't taste like sawdust and regret."

"Fair enough," I chuckled.

Before I could make the call, my phone lights up with one.

"What's up?" I greet the caller.

"We've got a feral pack causin' trouble at the docks," Jason Kolchek informs me. "Half of the Nightshades are lookin' into the sick fuck that's turnin' them. You in?"

Jason is another coworker and friend on the force, along with Salim Othman, who hunts these freaks with me. They're on the SWAT team, which makes sense, given that they're former military.

"Shit," I swore. "I would, but-"

"Your girl?" Jason guessed. "Is she alright?"

Logan hasn't met Jason or Salim. She would be a badass hunter, but she's already taking risks catching human killers, so I never brought it up. She helps us out if she sees any information, and she passes it through me.

People assume that we're together. I only correct people that matter since men habitually disrespect Logan's boundaries. I have no problem pretending to protect her. I know what Jason meant, though.

"She caught the Grinning Ghost Killer," I explained.

"Fuck," Jason swore. "Nah, she needs you. I'll call Nick."

"Next time," I assure him.

"You sure you're not interested in her?" Jason jokes. "None of us have met her yet."

"Not in that way," I assure him.

"Have you ever thought about it?" he asks next.

"No," I confirm. "But that's because of me, not her."

"...What happened back then messed you up, huh?" Jason asks sympathetically.