The meeting room contained a long table where several people waited, including a man who rose when they entered—Richard Blackwood.
"You made it," he said, relief evident in his voice. "When I heard about the Sanctuary, I feared the worst."
"Blackwood," Logan acknowledged warily. "You disappeared when we needed you."
"I was securing your escape route." Blackwood gestured to Amara. "Dr. Chen and I have been working together since your exposure in Alaska."
"Working on what exactly?" Mia asked, taking a seat beside Logan. His thigh pressed against hers under the table, a warm reminder of their interrupted moment upstairs.
"Protecting you both," Amara said. "And others like you."
A large screen on the wall flickered to life, showing news footage. The "Alaska Incident" had spawned worldwid
