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I saw the rare coldness on Logan’s face.
I murmured his name, and he finally snapped out of it. When he looked at me, a smile was reflexively plaste-
red on his face.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Are you alright?” I watched him.
The smile on his face froze for a second before slowly relaxing. “I’m fine,” he said.
Over on the other side, Damian seemed ready to leave. Mr. Davies was still trying to find reasons to make
him stay. I forced myself not to look, but I heard his low voice drift over.
“My son is tired.”
Mr. Davies immediately offered an empty room upstairs.
Damian sounded annoyed now. The coldness in his voice was sharp as he cut him off. “My son doesn’t sleep
well in strange places.”
I heard Mr. Davies let out a helpless sigh.
They were gone.
Only then did I dare to turn and look toward the entrance. But Damian moved too quickly. All I saw was the
whisper of his back as he disappeared through the door.
