Page 174 of King of Ruin

She frowned.

"It is."

"It absolutely isn't." He looked at her with the kind of disappointment reserved for someone who had completely failed a basic intelligence test. "Elise, you use the same password for literally everything."

She blinked.

"No, I don’t."

"You do."

"I changed it."

"To the exact same number."

She opened her mouth.

Then closed it again.

Logan sighed dramatically, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Your phone password is the same. Your laptop password is the same. Your tablet password is the same. Even your Netflix password is the same." He shook his head, looking genuinely disappointed. "At this point, I'm honestly offended on behalf of whoever invented passwords."

For several long seconds, she simply stood there, too appalled to respond.

Then her expression hardened.

"This is my apartment," she snapped. "I told you that you are not allowed to live here."

Logan looked at her with an almost offended expression, as if she was making the biggest issue out of something completely harmless.

"Come on, don't do this to me," he said, letting out a sigh. "I already told you, I'm not comfortable living with my parents. They make me lose my peace of mind every single day. I swear I don't throw parties or invite anyone over."

He pointed around the spotless apartment as though presenting evidence in court.

"Look how clean everything is. I vacuum before I leave, wash the dishes, take the trash out... you probably never even noticed I'd been here."

Elise followed his gesture, and annoyingly, she couldn't argue with him.

The apartment was spotless.

"There isn't even a speck of dust," Logan continued proudly. "I always clean the place before I leave. Every time I come here, I make sure everything's spotless. I stay for a night—maybe two—and then I'm gone."

He looked at her with an almost pleading smile.

"Come on, you're my sister." He spread his hands innocently. "Can't you let your little brother crash at your empty apartment a few nights a week? I'm not doing anything bad, am I? You can not get angry at me for this."

Logan looked at her expectantly, blinking at her with an almost painfully innocent expression, as though he genuinely believed he could hypnotize her into forgiving him simply by looking pitiful enough.

Elise remained completely unmoved.

She continued to glare at him, her eyes burning with irritation, refusing to soften even a little.

The smile on Logan's face slowly faded as he studied her more carefully. Frowning, he stepped closer and rested both hands lightly on her shoulders.

"Hang on..." he said, tilting his head as he searched her face. "What are you doing here? Are you okay? I wasn't expecting you to be here."

Elise narrowed her eyes at him.