Elena did not sleep that night either, the warmth of understanding her father's love slowly curdling into something considerably more complicated as the hours passed and new implications continued surfacing in her exhausted mind.
She found Logan in the training yard again the following morning, his own expression carrying similar unrest, and the moment their eyes met, something sharp and unresolved passed visibly between them.
"I have been thinking," Elena said, her voice carrying an edge she had not intended.
"About the letters," Logan guessed.
"About everything," Elena snapped, surprising herself with the sudden heat in her voice. "My entire life, Logan. Every decision shaping my future, apparently decided before I was even born, by two mothers who vowed something between themselves,
