For a second, neither of them spoke.
Alexander’s gaze was fixed—not on Mirena’s face, not on Logan’s—but on the hand resting on Logan’s arm.
It was casual. Almost careless.
Mirena hadn’t even thought much of it.
… Until now.
Her fingers curled lightly around the fabric of Logan’s sleeve, a familiar habit born from years of standing beside him, from leaning into his space when she needed grounding.
And right now, as she met Alexander’s gaze, she definitely needed said grounding. But even that didn't seem to help under his stare.
It was one of those rare occasions when his expression was composed and unreadable as ever, but there was something different beneath it now—something dark, that coiled tight behind his eyes.
Beside her, Logan felt the slight twitch of her
