Selene's POV
Selene knew she wasn't alone. Someone was watching her again, and they weren't even trying hard enough to hide it.
She kept walking anyway, because stopping would confirm it and she wasn't interested in making anything easier for anyone in this place. Her gaze locked on two guards ahead, one behind, another pretending to be occupied near the archway like that performance had ever fooled anyone, and then—
There.
Leaning against the far column like he had all the time in the world and none of it mattered was Logan.
Selene exhaled quietly through her nose, her steps never breaking rhythm as she closed the distance. "You really need a hobby," she said without looking at him. "Standing around waiting for me isn't a good look."
Logan didn't answer immediately.
