Logan’s gaze didn’t travel back to Aern’s, and I could see that there was some unspoken message between them, something purposefully left out. It only took a moment to realize what it was—if Logan didn’t have me at one of the Division properties and Council wasn’t yet prepared, then where were we?
When my eyes came back to Aern, he changed the subject. “So, any luck?”
I had all but forgotten the book beneath my fingers. “No,” I said. “Not yet.”
He nodded. “There were a few things we found among Morgan’s belongings. You’re welcome to look at those as well.”
“That would be great,” I answered.
Emily slid her chair back to stand. “I’ll take her now.” She glanced at Aern. “If it’s safe.”
“Yes,” he said, barely managing to mask his relief that she was finally verifying her safety before making a move. But I had a pretty good idea she’d been checking for me, not her. As far as Emily was concerned, chosen or no, she was still my protector.