Beka went to the door, released the wards, and opened it to find Logan standing outside. "Hey." She inclined her head to the interior of the Attics. "C'mon in. We can talk in my room."
Beka nodded, as though his manner told her something she'd wanted to know. "Maybe you haven't noticed. Subtle's not my style. Neither are threats. If I wanted a piece of Veronica, I'd have taken it already. But others? Not so direct. Also, not so forgiving."
Folding her arms over her chest, Beka studied him. "Nothing concrete. Just a feeling." She shrugged and laid out the first card. "I'd prefer to keep it that way."
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Beka shrugged. "Me? Not happy. Really not happy. But I owe her one. And I think I can make it superfluous to go after her."
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