Lynn's POV
"Get out."
The two words were spoken quietly, but they carried the weight of absolute authority.
My throat closed. Tears blurred my vision. Every instinct screamed to refuse, to fight, to stay by Logan's side no matter what.
But I forced myself to take a breath. To maintain control.
I wouldn't give Alexander the satisfaction of seeing me break completely. Wouldn't prove his assessment of me as weak and unworthy.
I straightened my spine. Wiped the tears from my cheeks with trembling fingers. Met Alexander's ice-blue gaze one last time.
"I'll go."
I turned to Logan's unconscious form one more time. The mate bond pulled at me, desperate and aching.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered. "I'll find a way to make this right. I promise."
Richardson moved to my side, his hand gentle o
