Logan POV

As I watched Anne’s face, the sudden shift in her expression was stark, her usual composure replaced by a raw, almost palpable anxiety. It was clear something—or rather, someone—had unnerved her greatly. “Are you all right?” I asked, concern coloring my tone as I tried to gauge the cause of her distress.

She glanced at me, her eyes wide and shimmering with a mix of fear and uncertainty. “Yeah… I mean, no… I think I need to use the ...