"Stand up," Logan said.
Kira remained kneeling, her head still bowed, and something about the stillness of her posture made the words come out sharper than he intended.
"I said stand up." He crossed the distance between them and gripped her arm, pulling her up before she could refuse again. "I do not want this. Whatever you think you saw in me tonight, I am not interested in anyone kneeling before me."
Kira rose slowly, steady on her feet despite the force he had used, and studied his face with an expression that held none of the sharp distance she had carried since arriving at the gates. "You do not understand what you are asking me to set aside."
"I am asking you to stop treating me like something I do not feel inside myself," Logan said. "Minutes ago you were trying to kill me. Now
