TThighxt morning, sunlight streamed through the cabin's windows, cutting through the heavy atmosphere left from the night before. Aura stood by the kitchen counter, her hand tightly gripping a mug of lukewarm coffee. She hadn't slept, and it showed, dark circles framed her sharp eyes, and her usual composed demeanor seemed frayed.
Logan entered the room, his disheveled hair a testament to his restless night. He paused when he saw her, his gaze softening.
"You look like hell," he said, though there was no malice in his voice.
Aura snorted. "Thanks for the observation, Captain Obvious."
He moved closer, leaning casually against the counter. "Did you sleep at all?"
"No."
Logan sighed, raking a hand through his hair. "Aura, you can't keep running on fumes. Whatever Marcus said—"
