She’d set to work on Ellin’s right away, despite the woman’s still-healing injuries and need for sleep, because even with those concerns, she had a fair deal of strength and talent. And Brianna had wanted to ask her about the dark-haired man. As they walked the corridor, part of Brianna regretted the decision. “She said she could feel the air change around him,” Brianna explained. “Like he was gathering power.” Logan kept pace beside her, listening as she talked through her thoughts. He’d not gone into the room with Ellin, but Brianna wasn’t sure whether it was out of respect for the woman’s condition or because he trusted her implicitly. “He didn’t try and sway her to tell him.” Brianna’s brow was drawn down, her gaze focused on the door at the end of the hallway. “She and Brendan could have been made to speak, to do any single thing he asked of them, and he didn’t.” She looked at the man beside her.
