I knew nobody liked my idea. I knew that every instinct in Jaxon’s body screamed at him to scoop me up and carry me out of the room, far away from this situation. I knew Mason was resisting the urge to step in front of me, to push me behind him and bare his teeth at the young man like a protective wall. And I knew Tyson—ever the observant one—would let me do whatever I wanted, even as he carefully monitored every single movement, every breath that passed between us.
Still, I didn’t waver.
“What’s your name?” I asked the young man in front of me as I moved behind his chair, crouching down to loosen the rough ropes binding him.
His muscles tensed slightly at my proximity, but he didn’t flinch. “I’m Logan,” he said, his voice hoarse yet steady. His piercing blue eyes, filled with cautious
