Jean swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. His gaze was burning, unrelenting.
"I did it all for your sake," he continued. "Went against every instinct. Signed away justice. And what do I get in return?"
He leaned in, close enough that she could feel the tremble of his breath against her cheek.
"Nothing."
Jean's lips parted, but no words came out.
Logan's voice dipped lower… bitter and personal.
"The least you could do is say thank you. Or does your rich-girl pride not allow for that?"
A heavy silence followed, thick with emotion neither of them dared name.
Jean slowly raised her chin, refusing to let him see the tremble in her breath. "You want a thank you, Kingsley?"
Her voice was icy, each word sharper than the last. "Fine. Thank you for jumping into the ocean like a fool. Thank you for playing the hero. And thank you for signing away your precious clean record just so you could have leverage over me."
His jaw clenched. Hard.
