Logan's POV
"Message received. Thank you."
That's what Caleb told me after reading the coded note from my father. Thinking back on it now, it makes my blood boil.
"What do you mean, 'message received'? What does it say?" I'd demanded, my fingers curling into fists at my sides.
Caleb had folded the note into his pocket like it meant nothing. "That's for me to know and for you not to worry about."
I'd been seconds away from breaking his nose. The only thing that stopped me was the fleeting thought— I promised I wouldn't jump into violence anymore. So instead, I'd forced my voice into something steadier.
"Beta Caleb," I'd begun, slowly, measuredly, "I respect your authority as my father's right hand. I get that he's ordered you to keep your plans under wraps. But I'm part of this too, somehow, and being in the dark like this? It's killing me."
