"It does not matter to me," Logan said, "whichever choice you make."
Elena stopded sorting through the scattered papers on her desk and looked up at him slowly. "That is a lie."
"It is not."
"Logan." She set down the page in her hand and studied him carefully, the late evening light catching the tension along his jaw, the careful stillness he always adopted when hiding something beneath controlled calm. "I have watched you face assassins, legal challenges, a woman testing your worth with a blade at your throat. You have never once looked at any of it the way you looked when Adrian renewed his proposal this afternoon."
"I do not know what you mean."
"You do," Elena said. "You went completely silent. You have barely spoken since we left that hall."
Logan said nothing, which was answer
