Lycia

When we landed, a limousine was waiting for us on the runway. Three guards stepped out, but the driver remained in the car. I knew it was probably overkill to have that many guards meet us. But after the attacks, I don’t blame Logan for not wanting to take any chances. Neither did I. After all, we had more than just ourselves to think about.

“Are you ready?” Logan stood beside me at the top of the airstairs, a small smile lighting his lips.

“I’m ...