"That's the same thing!" Rosa hissed, trying to wrench her arm out of his grasp. With her free hand, she wiped at her eyes. Ugh. She was growing soft. "Just admit that you hate me. A clean break is always better."
"B-but I don't hate you." Demon replied, his piercing blue eyes soft.
Logan, though having a reputation of being a prick, knew that there were certain lines you don't cross. He turned on his heel, disappearing into the shadows created by the rising sun in the direction of the Manor.
Rosa stopped struggling. "I hate it when you make me all....all..." she frowned. "Emotional!" She turned to look at him, wiping her eyes one last time. "You're so mean," she said, choking out a laugh.