The next morning, Logan got up early and made breakfast.
When they heard Logan’s voice, Isha and Jinx ca out at the sa ti, both yawning, and headed straight into the shower.
Logan didn’t rush them—he just waited for them to finish getting ready.
Three minutes later, Jinx and Isha had brushed their teeth and washed their faces. They sat at the table, lowered their heads, and started eating the breakfast Logan had made.
After cutting her hair short, Jinx’s morning routine had gotten noticeably faster. Before, even washing her face ant tying up her hair and combing it out first. Now, with short hair, she just slipped on a headband, showed off her clean little face, and splashed water on with both hands.
"You’re going to see Vi later?" Logan asked.
"Yeah. That cop actually knows makeup, and she really understands banquet rules. I’m gonna have her help figure things out." Jinx spoke around a mouthful of a breakfast roll, chewing noisily.
Spring was creeping into Zaun, and it wasn’t so cold anymore. So she was wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt. Her long, pale legs stretched out from under the hem as she sat cross-legged on the chair, her bare foot bouncing lightly.
The way she ate was completely unrefined—yet sohow ridiculously cute.
Lively. Bright. Full of motion.
That was the part of her Logan was hopelessly addicted to.
"What?" Jinx noticed him staring and held out the half-eaten pastry. "Hungry?"
Logan opened his mouth and took a big bite.
"My cooking is insanely good," he said smugly.
What—was he bothered because she’d already bitten it?
Of course not.
Over the past few days, Logan and Jinx had been sneaking around Isha and practicing kissing whenever they could.
And once they got good at it, the two of them started playing that little private ga of catching each other’s tongue.
So what was a shared bite of breakfast supposed to be?
Jinx nodded hard. "What about you?"
"I’ll go ask Jayce to help pick sothing," Logan said after thinking a mont.
Like he didn’t care about how he looked.
"Jinx, I guess we’ll only see each other at the banquet."
Then he added, "And I’ll probably get there before you. Jayce’s place is close."
Jinx humd, then lifted a brow. "Logan—you’re not going to look at other won, right?"
"Of course not. I promise you," Logan said instantly.
Jinx nodded happily, then turned to Isha.
Isha was frowning, wearing that little expression that said, Ugh. You two are unbelievable.
Jinx reached over and pinched her cheek. "You’re going too tonight."
Isha blinked, confused.
A grown-ups’ banquet—what was she supposed to do there?
But clearly... Jinx wasn’t giving her a chance to argue.
That afternoon, Logan went to Jayce’s estate. He followed the butler into the luxurious residence, and Jayce ca to greet him—hair perfectly grood, formalwear crisp, with a black-rose boutonniere pinned at his collar.
"Co on in. But, Logan—why would you co to for advice?" Jayce asked.
"Out of everyone I know, you’re the one I’m closest to," Logan said, following him inside.
Jayce laughed. "Then I have to tell you—you picked the wrong guy. This outfit? Soone else matched it for . I’m a grown man. How would I know any of this? Ask about tech, machinery, how to forge a hamr—I can teach you plenty. But grooming, outfits, cologne... I can’t do that."
Logan imdiately turned to leave.
Jayce grabbed his arm, exasperated. "Why are you in such a hurry? I can’t—but soone can."
"Co on. l said she’ll help you get dressed. And she’s got a few things she wants to talk to you about."
"Hm?" Logan looked at Jayce, suddenly suspicious.
Jayce coughed. "I just... ntioned you and Jinx, that’s all. And she said she wanted to talk to you. It’s nothing big."
Logan gave him a skeptical look, but he still followed Jayce into the room.
Inside was a massive walk-in wardrobe. n’s and won’s clothing hung in neat rows. Designer bags. Shoes. Watches. All kinds of delicate, expensive accessories.
Logan’s eyes practically got dazzled. Honestly... Logan’s entire ho might not have been as big as Jayce’s closet.
l stood at the center. When she saw Logan, she smiled.
She looked stunning today—an elegant gown in the sa color palette as Jayce’s, gold adornnts woven into her hair. She spoke with graceful politeness. "This way, Councilor Logan."
Logan nodded.
l guided him to the mirror. Jayce stood off to the side, listening as l issued instructions.
"Jayce, your clothes are all too large for Councilor Logan. Go open the packages of the outfits I had brought in."
Jayce did as told. A short while later he returned, arms full of clothing.
Logan glanced over them—silk, fine fabric, all clearly top-tier.
l began matching pieces for Logan. Before long, the Logan in the mirror looked like a different person.
Once he changed into a fitted suit, his fra finally showed properly. Logan wasn’t especially tall, but his limbs were long and his waistline was lean. A pair of tailored dress pants and a slim shirt made him look less thin and fragile.
l studied him, then shook her head.
"Black doesn’t suit you, Councilor Logan. You’re simply too pale," l said, holding up two other options. "Normally, black highlights the clarity of fair skin. But you’re fair to the point that black makes you look older—heavier, more restrained. I recomnd trying this light gray set instead."
"It’ll balance you out. It should look much better."
Logan took the clothes. Jayce blinked at the side like he’d never thought of it that way.
Logan stepped into the changing area and switched outfits.
When he ca back out, l nodded with satisfaction.
Jayce grinned and smoothed his neatly trimd beard. "Damn. Handso, Logan. Tonight, we’re definitely going to be the two best-looking guys at the banquet."
"And we’ll add this watch, and this collar detail..."
l continued adjusting the finishing touches. Then she said, "Oh—Councilor Logan. There might be a small... incident tonight."
"What do you an?" Logan asked.
"It’s not a big deal," l said, smiling. "It’s just that a lot of Piltover’s noble young won will likely approach you tonight."
"In Zaun, everyone knows you and Jinx are together. But in Piltover, many people don’t know. I’ve heard rumors, but I didn’t take them too seriously—she looks more like your younger sister."
"And even if they do know, many of them will ignore it. Because your situation right now... is very similar to what Jayce’s was back then. Your status is elevated. You’re young and accomplished. And you’re handso..."
Logan understood what she was implying—and he panicked.
Was she joking?
If Jinx found out that Piltover noble girls were trying to get close to him—and worse, doing it even after they knew he and Jinx were together—Logan didn’t even want to imagine what Jinx would do.
That wasn’t networking. That was basically pimping him out.
Political marriage gas?
Don’t make him laugh.
If Jinx didn’t grab those won by the hair, slap them, and kick them in the stomach, it would only be because she hadn’t eaten enough that morning.
"This is ’not a big deal’?" Logan stared. "Jayce, you think this is nothing?"
"l, I’m serious. If you don’t want a death at tonight’s banquet—if you don’t want to see Jinx pull out a gun and start shooting—then keep them away from ."
"She wouldn’t... would she?" l clicked her tongue, unable to picture it. A woman who would shoot soone at a banquet just because her escort got touched—
Who shoots at a banquet like that? What kind of decent woman does that?
Jayce thought for a mont, then said flatly, "I think Logan’s telling the truth. That is absolutely sothing she’d do. In her world, there is no such thing as ’rules.’ She only listens to what she wants to hear and only acknowledges the people she likes. Everyone else may as well be invisible."
"So when you and Councilor Kiramman assud Jinx had no power and no status and wasn’t worthy of Logan—l, I can only say you overthought it."
"Do you know this? Jinx has two fathers in Zaun. One is Silco, the other is Vander. She’s never called them ’Dad’ in front of others, but they both treat her as their daughter. And her sister works in Zaun’s Enforcer Departnt as its chief."
"More than that—Logan is Zaun’s leader. She’s Zaun’s First Lady. Back then, when you, Councilor Kiramman, and the Ferros family privately discussed sending won from your houses to get close to Logan to push a marriage alliance and ’secure’ the Twin Cities’ partnership... I honestly thought it was stupid."
"Then why didn’t you say that at the ti?!" l snapped, glaring at Jayce.
"Because you wouldn’t let talk!" Jayce shot back, equally wronged.
"Fine—Logan, you pick which watch you like and which cravat you prefer. Jayce, help him decide. I have sothing to handle. Sorry."
l suddenly looked genuinely anxious.
In Piltover’s records, Jinx was nothing but a criminal—a madwoman, a dangerous extremist.
After the alliance, Piltover’s councilors did know Jinx and Logan were together, but in a politician’s and rchant’s eyes, "together" didn’t necessarily an anything.
Because they believed Logan deserved "better."
Compared to an adorable but unpredictable woman, wouldn’t a well-educated, well-mannered, wealthy, beautiful Piltover noblewoman be more suitable?
But now—
Jinx wasn’t so ordinary "dangerous person."
Her status might actually be among the highest in Zaun.
And what did it even an that she had two fathers?
l’s head started to ache.
She needed to go find Councilor Kiramman imdiately and make this crystal clear. If those noble girls kept swarming Logan and sothing went wrong, it would be a disaster.
This was the first banquet jointly held by the Twin Cities.
Thinking that, l grabbed her skirt and moved fast—completely ungraceful now—her heels clicking rapidly as she hurried out.
"You knew all of that already?" Logan asked, looking at Jayce.
"Yes," Jayce said with a shrug and a grin. "But I didn’t feel like dealing with it. I wanted to watch those nobles get humiliated, so I didn’t tell l ahead of ti."
Jayce had lived in Zaun for a long ti. Of course he knew Jinx’s standing there. And by not telling l and Kiramman, he’d clearly been planning to enjoy the show.
Logan was speechless... but then he laughed anyway.
"Honestly, I would enjoy seeing Jinx get jealous over —just imagining it gives a secret thrill," Logan admitted. "But... it’s better if it doesn’t happen."
"Other won get jealous and pout. She gets jealous and shoots people."
"My little psycho isn’t that obedient," Logan said, adjusting the collar detail and standing up. "Jayce—next ti, don’t play it that big."
Jayce nodded. "Just this once. And didn’t I at least tell l afterward about you and her?"
With that, Jayce stepped up, slung an arm over Logan’s shoulder, and led him outside, smiling broadly.
"Alright, Logan. Ti to head to the banquet."
"Before those annoying people show up, let’s get there early and have a couple drinks."
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