SUMMER
The small crowd that had gathered wasn't large — maybe six people, drawn by the particular magnetism of two Voss brothers occupying the same charged silence. But in the narrow corridor it felt like more, the way any audience makes a private moment bigger than it should be.
Logan's jaw was tight. He hadn't moved, hadn't looked away from Rhett, and there was something in the quality of his stillness that reminded me of the training yard this morning — that same coiled, deliberate energy, contained by choice rather than nature.
Rhett, by contrast, looked exactly the same as he always did. Calm and unhurried, his hand still resting lightly at my back, his pale eyes on his brother with the patience of someone who had made a decision and was simply waiting for the room to catch up.
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