Logan nodded, his face cold and unreadable as he walked up to the woman, kneeling in front of her. His voice was soft, almost deceptively gentle as he asked, "Anything else you want to add?"
The woman's eyes darted around, desperate for an escape, but there was none. She met Logan's gaze, and it was like staring into the eyes of a predator—calm, patient, and deadly as if she were a deer frozen under the watchful eye of a bear deep in the woods. Every subtle twitch, every slight movement she made, Logan's cold eyes tracked, unblinking.
