Elena pulled Logan into an empty corridor the moment the court dispersed, her grip firm on his arm.
"You said Cassius taught you," she said, once the heavy doors closed behind them. "I need the full truth now, Logan. Not the version you gave the court."
"That was the truth."
"It was a fraction of it." Elena's eyes searched his face, sharp and unrelenting. "Garrick is right about one thing. My father was dying, exhausted, buried under a failing body and a kingdom he could barely manage toward the end. Men like that do not casually teach forty-year-old legal clauses between coughing fits. Something more deliberate happened during those months, and I want to know what."
Logan was quiet for a moment, weighing how much longer silence could protect either of them now that Garrick's suspicion
