He knew Selene had a new guest, but neither he nor Adam had seen him once. Walking through the house he set the cases on the kitchen table and walked into the living room. The sight he was greeted with was a rather surprising one.
There was a large man, with a shaved head laying haphazardly on the sofa, one leg handing off, the other stretched out. He was shirtless, with leather pants on.
Can't be easy to move in those.
He looked like a rockstar reject. There was a brand on his chest that Logan didn't miss. Some weird ancient symbol even he didn't know. It definitely wasn't Oriental or of Asian descent. There he laid with the remote control in his hand like he owned the place. Currently he was watching golf with a rather perplexed look on his face.
Logan took the cigar from his mouth and spoke as a puff of smoke escaped his lips.
"Who the fuck are you?"