Lilac was taken aback when she spotted a middle-aged man waiting for them inside. His presence radiated an unsettling darkness, and the moment his eyes landed on them, the corner of his lips curled into a cold, almost mocking smile.
"I expected this to be a man-to-man conversation," Logan drawled, his gaze locking onto Lilac with an unreadable stare. "But you brought a girl along?"
Without a word, Stanley stepped forward, pulling Lilac behind him, shielding her from Logan's deadpan eyes.
"Who I bring is none of your concern," Stanley replied sharply. "You came looking for me, and here I am — right in front of you."
Logan nodded thoughtfully and crossed one leg over the other.
"Then let's talk," he said smoothly, making Stanley's brow furrow.
Even as he sat there, a lingering thought kept creeping at the back of Stanley's mind — a thought he couldn't shake whenever he looked at the man before him.
