Their eyes locked across the room…
No surprise.
No smile.
Just quiet recognition.
Logan stood tall beside his younger sister, dressed in a classic black suit, the kind that made people feel small just by looking. His expression didn't change, but his eyes said it all.
He hated her.
But also… he didn't.
There was no love. No forgiveness. Just a storm between them that never really passed. He hadn't forgotten what she did to him. Not at university. Not even now. And he had no plans of letting her forget either.
Jean held her chin up, unblinking. She couldn't stand him, not his pride, not his arrogance… but deep inside, she knew… Logan was the only man in this room who wouldn't hurt her for sport.
She didn't know if that made things better or worse.
Alex leaned in, whispering, "Don't even think of starting something with Kingsley tonight."
"I wouldn't," Jean replied, eyes still on Logan. "Not if he starts it first."
Logan gave a half smirk. Cold and calculated.
