Chapter Logan

Logan

She’s right.

I don’t like it.

Not even a little.

But she’s right.

If we hesitate now—

We’re already reacting.

And reacting is how he wins.

I nod once.

“Together.”

“Always.”

We shift positions slightly.

Tighter.

More aligned.

Every movement deliberate.

Every step controlled.

We approach the line.

The invisible edge where instinct starts to push harder—louder—warning, danger, wrong.

I feel it.

So does she.

But we don’t stop.

We step forward—

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