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A gasp of air escaped my lungs, leaving me breathless, unable to even speak his name. I’d thought he was gone, I’d thought it was too late. Every part of me wanted to go to him, to grab hold of this reality with all of my might, but I was bound, tied to the wall and unable to do anything except stare.
“Brianna,” he said, already to me, his hands crushing the sides of my face, moving down my arms as he verified I was unharmed. My chest heaved in a silent sob of relief, finally able to capture a breath. It was him. It was Logan.
He reached down to his leg where he knelt beside me, grabbing a tool that would cut me free without taking his eyes off mine. And then he stopped, his voice was deadly, “Where is he?”
Morgan. Morgan wasn’t here. Panicked, I said, “Emily. He’s going for her, Logan. Heknows.”
He leaned forward, working to free my hands, but I wanted him to understand, to realize what was happening. “Logan,” I said again, “Morgan figured it out, he knows what she can do.”
My hands came free, the sudden release causing me to sag forward. My arms were numb, asleep, and I dragged them forward as Logan released my waist. He was in front of me, rubbing life back into my arms, purposefully not looking at the wounds crossing my wrists, when he said, “I know.”
My mouth fell open, ready to argue that he couldn’t possibly have understood, and his expression was so relieved, so tortured, that I wavered. “Where is she?” I asked.
“I’m not sure,” he answered. “They were looking for you, we all were.” He straightened. “We need to go, Brianna. Can you stand?”
I nodded, not entirely positive I could given the pins and needles running through my arms, but my legs had been free. Surely they could get me to safety. “Where are we?” I whispered, listening for the sounds of fighting outside, though they seemed to have faded.
He took my arm, helping me to my feet, and said, “About an hour south of Stanton.”
It wasn’t what I expected. My brows drew together. “How did you know where to find me?”
“I didn’t,” he answered, a trace of fatigue showing on his face. “That’s what took so long. We’ve been to every property listed on the Council registers.”
It was an apology, and it tore through me.
“Logan,” I started.
“We have to go,” he reminded me, cutting off any chance of argument when he called to his team outside the door.
