Mystique sucked in a quick breath when Logan slapped her, grin spreading wide across her face. He seemed to be agitated that she'd taken the call, which was just fine with her. The more angry he got, the happier she'd be.
"Go home," she instructed, eyes closed as she tried to keep from reacting too loudly to what Logan was doing. "Lock the door. I'll meet you there as soon as I can."
With that, she turned the phone off and tossed it aside, then reached to grab Logan's hair, pulling it hard and driving an elbow up into his gut. Using his hair to pull herself up closer to his head, she turned and narrowed her eyes. "Feeling neglected, Logan?"