After Logan left with Selene to meet Clayton Castle for lunch, I let my gaze drift toward Samuel. His head was tilted back against the top of the bed, not slumped like he’d passed out, but resting in a way that said he was lost in thought. His eyes were closed, not from sleep, but from the kind of quiet concentration that pulled you inward. I watched as a soft smile flickered across his mouth, subtle and lingering—the kind that wasn’t sparked by a joke or a memory, but by something internal and still forming.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, keeping my tone light.
Samuel didn’t open his eyes or shift at all. “Why are you staring at me like you’re trying to solve a puzzle only half the pieces belong to?”
I frowned, thrown off by how quickly he pinpointed my intent. “How did you know I was wat
