Logan's POV
Now that Magnar is gone, Caleb looks more at ease. His shoulders loosen and the tight lines around his eyes soften as though a great weight has just walked out of the room with its polar bear pelt.
Now that I've given my greetings to Magnar and been appropriately glared at by him, am I free to go? Because Goddess knows I want to go. Noah's earlier shock has faded from our bond but its ghost still lingers inside me. Fenrir shifts anxiously, pacing behind my ribs, desperate to be back by our mate's side.
But Rowan stands up a bit straighter and starts smoothing his robes as if nothing out of the ordinary just happened and I just know I'm not going to be let off that easily.
Still, I've got to try.
"Do we have to stay here waiting for more guests?" I ask finally, already taking a small step toward the door. "Or can I go?"
Rowan glances at Caleb. Caleb glances back at Rowan. A silent exchange passes between them that makes me grind my teeth.
