But as I steady my breath and keep my position, refusing to pull back—
One thing becomes clear.
If this is the game he wants to play—
He just made it personal.
And I don’t lose control.
Not like that.
Not again.
35
Logan
Isee it the second it happens.
Not the moment she notices it—
The moment ittouchesher.
It’s small.
So small no one else would catch it.
A pause that doesn’t belong.
A fraction of hesitation before she shifts closer to the table.
Scout Fallon doesn’t hesitate.
Not like that.
Not ever.
My focus locks in.
Not on her.
On the space around her.
Because whatever this is—
It’s not coming from inside her.
It’s being placed there.
Deliberately.
I step into position beside her again, not breaking her line, not interrupting the flow of the room.
Just… there.
Matching.
Grounding.
