Mara's POV
Mara didn't wait for instructions before leaving.
She moved with the same controlled pace she always did, as though nothing had changed, as though the ground beneath the court hadn't just been rewritten without her consent. Each one of her steps were placed with intention, the soft echo of her heels against stone the only sound that followed her out.
But the moment the doors closed behind her, the restraint in her expression thinned.
Logan fell into step beside her without being called. He didn't ask questions immediately. That was why she kept him close. He understood when to wait, when silence carried more information than words ever could.
Behind them, the court remained exactly where she had left it—still, quiet, and already shifting into something else. Mar
