Logan massaged his temple. She was the trickiest person in the Chandler house.
An actual devil.
The pretty face was just a facade.
"What do you want?"
The disturbing smile deepened. Everyone flinched. They saw a huge invisible horn on top of her head and devil tails behind her back wagging wickedly.
"Don't you look giddy right now?" Cora raised her brow suspiciously. Her heart, however, thumped fast upon seeing the smile.
"Whatever. I'll listen to you but you will listen to me too."
"What is it?" Logan swallowed his saliva harshly.
He felt the foreboding feeling sliding behind his back. The smile was never pleasant to their heart. She was plotting something problematic, again.
"The raid…"
Everyone sat straight. They miraculously could guess the next sentence from that problematic mouth. Their sweat trickled down from their back heads.
"Do you get permission to do so?" Elizabeth asked again.