Lynn's POV
The words land in the room and stay there.
Logan goes very still. Not the kind of still that comes before compliance — the kind that comes before a decision.
"No." His voice is quiet. Flat. One word with nothing soft in it.
"Your father made a formal request." Richardson's tone doesn't waver. "When he asks me directly, refusing him breaks alliances I can't afford to break right now."
"She's here to apply pressure." Logan's jaw is set. "My father knows exactly what he's doing. He always does."
"Of course he does." Richardson doesn't argue that. "She's seconded. She's coming. We decide how we handle her."
Logan stands up.
Not dramatically — just all the way out of the chair, too much energy in him to stay seated. He moves to the window, one hand flat against the glass, b
