Rita POV
Logan’s office felt colder than usual.
Maybe it was the weight of the things Sam had just confessed…
or maybe it was Logan’s complete silence.
Sam finished explaining everything — the Italian pack, Marco being held captive, Ken practically being kidn*pped, Kiya dragged back into the pack house. His voice held no hesitation, no fear, like he had already made peace with his actions.
But I hadn’t.
I stood with my arms crossed, staring at Logan’s back.
He hadn’t moved. He sat perfectly still in his leather chair, elbows resting on the armrests, fingers tapping once… twice… then stopping.
That was the only sign he was still processing.
Sam exhaled.
“So?” he asked gently.
Logan finally lifted his eyes to him — sharp, deep, emotionless.
“So nothing,” he replied, voice calm… t
