Logan
The room went still after that. No one spoke. The fire crackled softly, too loud in the silence, while my mind raced ahead of the words he hadn't said. Nathan asking for me was never simple. It never was. I leaned forward at last, elbows on my knees, voice low and sharp.
"Tell me exactly what my brother wants."
"To be honest," he said carefully, "he didn't explain himself. He only said he wanted to see you."
I let out a quiet laugh, cold and unimpressed.
"Then he already knows where to find me," I replied. "If he truly wants an audience… he won't keep me waiting."
"Should we put a tail on him?" Spike asked.
"Yes," I said immediately. "I want to know exactly what that snake is doing here. Follow him. Now."
"Understood." He nodded and turned to leave—then paused and looked back at me.
"Logan," he said firmly. "Please go get ready for the council meeting."
"Yeah, yeah," I waved him off. "Go."
He sighed, shook his head, and finally left.
I didn't waste another second.
