He studied me for a long beat, his expression unreadable. Then he held out his jacket for me, refusing to take no for an answer.“Thank you, Logan.” I said, slipping my arms into it and turning away before he could catch the flush in my cheeks.When I turned back, he offered me a folder—plain, thick
EmilyI’d worn silk armor before. And I had a feeling I would need it at tonight’s Pack event.The dress wasn’t chosen for softness or appeal—it was structure. The neckline sharp, the color bold. A deep midnight blue that caught the light like the sea at night.I didn’t ask Logan for approval. I did
He didn’t look up when I entered. But he said, “I ordered us dinner.”I dropped my bag by the door. “I’m not hungry.”“Did something happen?” He set the folder down and gave me his full attention.I turned toward my room, hesitating. “Not yet.”His voice followed me as I started to walk away. “Then
EmilyI wasn’t expecting to see my name on the agenda for the meeting today. It wasn’t printed in the margins or scribbled in as an afterthought. It was there—centered, bold, official—just beneath Logan’s.The sight made my chest go tight for a moment, though I kept my expression neutral as I slid i
“Emily. Please stay.”She froze near the threshold. Just for a second. Then she turned, spine straight, expression masking the hurt I’d been trying to avoid the last couple of days.She said nothing as the last person slipped out behind her and the door eased closed again, sealing us in.I stayed wh
Logan The report sat unopened on my desk for a full hour before I touched it again.Not because I doubted what was inside. I didn’t. I’d read it twice already the night before, memorized the sequence of events, the files, the log trails Emily had laid out perfectly.She hadn’t missed a detail. That