Maya froze the moment Logan’s question hit the air like a blade. Her chest tightened, but she forced herself to move, forcing a smirk as though nothing inside her quivered.
“It’s obvious,” she said finally, voice laced with disdain. “That so-called royal detective is no good. He reeks of secrecy. He’s hiding s**t, Logan. And I won’t trust him with a single hair of Diva’s head.”
Logan’s jaw twitched. He gave a single nod, his cold, calculating eyes narrowing as though he’d already suspected as much.
Maya’s lips curved into a sharper smirk, one she aimed at her wolf instead of him. "Good. Let him hear it from me before his overthinking ass starts suspecting me of something I can never do. Better he knows."
The tension between them dissolved into a silence that hummed with unsaid things.
