"You will answer my questions directly," Logan said, stepping toward Ephraim with a stillness more unsettling than open fury, "or I will let this entire court watch exactly what happens when my patience finally runs out."
Ephraim's confidence, so steady moments earlier while exposing Garrick's involvement, faltered slightly under the weight of Logan's controlled approach. He had spent years ordering Logan around with a whip and a collar. He had never once stood this close to him as something other than property.
"Ask what you wish," Ephraim said, though his voice carried less certainty now.
"You said Garrick paid you to keep me hidden," Logan said. "Quiet. Controlled. For what purpose?"
Ephraim glanced toward Garrick, who stood frozen near the front of the hall, every eye in the chambe
