Cassandra

I sat in the comfortable armchair by the window, watching the evening light fade, and very much aware of Samantha's presence on the couch across from me. She had been visibly fidgeting for the past few minutes, adjusting the blanket across her lap, picking at things I couldn't see on her palms, and glancing toward the door as if willing Gabriel to return.

He left an hour ago with barely an explanation. "I need to speak with Logan," was all he said, but his expression stiff with ...