Avyanne's pov The next morning, the weight of Logan’s training still lingered in my muscles. Every step I took reminded me of how harsh he had been yesterday, how he pushed me, drove me, and refused to let me rest until I collapsed. But more than the ache in my body, it was the ache in my chest that kept me restless.Because for the first time, Logan had shown me something beneath his cruelty. A sliver of emotion, a trace of fear that his brother’s shadow would consume him. It unsettled me ...