Ella
A sharp jolt of realization pulled me out of my sleep. The luminescent glow of dawn was already seeping through the window blinds. How long had we been asleep?
Frantic, I scrambled upright, inadvertently knocking a few papers off the cluttered desk.
“Logan!” I shook his shoulder, urgency lacing my voice. “Wake up. We overslept!”
His eyelids fluttered open, his usually sharp eyes clouded with confusion. “Ella? What time is it?”
My fingers flew to my wristwatch, and a gasp escaped my lips. “God, it’s nearly time for the court session! We have minutes, Logan, minutes!”
His eyes widened as he registered the severity of the situation. “Damn,” he cursed, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
“Come on!” I urged, grabbing my files and purse, doing my best to
