#Chapter 70: I Wish I Knew

Emily Two days later, I was at the summit lodge to represent Titanfang’s proposed trade reforms, but I knew the real reason they sent me. I was Logan’s shadow—polished up, smiling, and nonthreatening. Enough of a novelty to draw attention, not enough of a threat to start a war. The panels had finished for the afternoon, and the crowd thinned as delegates scattered into side rooms and hallways to negotiate, charm, and scheme in quieter corners. I slipped out a side door into the courtyard, needing air more than I needed kiss some delegate’s ass. It was quieter here—stone pathways winding through frost-kissed gardens, a small fountain trickling in the center. I let my shoulders drop as I leaned against the railing, letting the wind cool my overheated skin. “Still hate crowds, I see.” I turned at the voice, and my stomach tightened. Michael stood behind me, hands tucked into the pockets of his tailored coat. Same posture. Same easy confidence. Same expression I used to find