Logan's footsteps echoed softly down the hall as he returned to the bedroom. Jean was perched on the edge of the bed, her fingers twisting the hem of her sweater, eyes shadowed with worry.
"He wants me to meet him. Alone," Logan said, his voice low, deliberate. "If I call, it could give away the safe house. I'll go see him in person."
Her brows knit. "Then I'm coming with you."
He crossed the room in two strides, cupping her face in his hands. "Not this time, Jean. I need you safe. Just… trust me."
Jean's grip on Logan's sleeve tightened. "Why can't we all come with you?"
Logan shook his head instantly. "No."
Her eyes narrowed. "Logan…"
"Jean," He said firmly, his tone brooking no argument. "If I call him from here, we risk revealing this location. That's the last thing we can afford. I need to go to my office and meet him there…alone."
"But why alone?" she pressed, her voice low but laced with worry. "What if Tyler's…"
