“Logan didn’t want me to quit,” Grace told me as she sipped her chardonnay and glanced around the living room with a mixture of astonishment and envy. “He kept telling me he was fine, and you know, he really is. Those healing pods on Raphael’s ship must be pretty amazing.”
“It’s not his ship anymore,” I said, even as I wished we could have come up with some way to hang on to it.
Grace’s blue eyes widened. “What do you mean?”
I didn’t exactly sigh, but the breath that escaped my lips was a little bit more than just a simple exhalation. “When he decided to stay here with me, that meant he was no longer an agent of the Assembly. It’s really the Assembly’s ship. So he sent it back.”
“So he’s stuck here, just like your father and grandfather?”
Well, that was one way of looking at it. “Not
