LUCA’S POV
Logan put the envelope down on my desk and didn't say anything, just walked over to the window. He always handed off the mail and moved on. Him standing at the window like that told me he'd already read it.
Crimson Moon's crest. I opened it.
The letter was exactly what I figured I'd get from Mateo Bennett — short, formal, the words of a man who gives you just enough to look reasonable. A meeting granted. Neutral ground. Details to come. I went through it without slowing down until I hit the line I'd been hunting for.
Miss Bennett respectfully declines at this time.
I read it again.
Miss Bennett respectfully declines at this time.
My hands stayed flat on the desk. Somewhere in there Logan spoke.
"That's better than a refusal."
"How?"
"They didn't shut the door completel
