LOGAN
The letter was still clenched in my fist as I stormed down the hallway, every step echoing off the stone walls like a drumbeat of war. My heart pounded, not from fear, but fury. If what I read was true, Sylvester wasn’t the one orchestrating everything.
He was just a pawn. A bitter, arrogant fool being used by someone else. And that someone? They were smarter. More dangerous. Hidden deep in the shadows like a serpent waiting to strike.
I reached our room and threw the door open without thinking. Nora looked up from the balcony, wrapped in one of my shirts, her long hair falling over her shoulder.
Her eyes locked onto mine instantly, and she knew. She didn’t need words. She stepped back inside, the light breeze trailing behind her like a whisper.
“What happened?” she asked soft
