Elena found Logan meeting quietly with three guards in the armory's back storage room, their voices low, heads bent together over Finnian's carefully written list.
"What is this?" she demanded, stepping inside and closing the door firmly behind her.
The three guards straightened immediately, uncertain whether to remain or retreat, until Logan gave them a small nod and they filed out past Elena, leaving the two of them alone amid stacked weapons and old shields.
"You are building something," Elena said, her arms crossed. "Secretly. Without telling me."
"I was going to tell you," Logan said.
"When? After you had already assembled enough loyal guards to raise questions I would then have to answer for in open court?" Elena's voice carried genuine frustration now. "Do you understand what t
