Logan's POV

The silver bars cast shadows across Derek's weathered face as he steps into the cell corridor. His expression is carefully arranged—concern, disappointment, a father's sadness for wayward sons.

I lean against the far wall, arms crossed. Lucas paces beside me.

"Logan. Lucas." Derek's voice carries that same gentle authority he used during our trial. "I came as soon as I could. This is a terrible misunderstanding."

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