"You called for me," Falcon said, his voice calm and unreadable, yet every syllable carried the quiet confidence of a man who had stared death in the face too many times to fear it now. Despite the dozens of armed men surrounding him, his expression remained as cold and emotionless as carved stone. Lorenzo Devereaux smiled, a slow, calculating smile that never quite reached his eyes.
Without saying another word, he lazily lifted two fingers toward one of the guards standing beside the kneeling prisoner.
"Remove the blindfold."
The guard obeyed immediately, yanking the black cloth away without the slightest bit of mercy.The moment Falcon's eyes landed on the bruised face beneath it, his gaze shifted ever so slightly.
Logan.
