Ella
The weight of the billboard bore down, threatening to crash onto me. Just as I braced myself for impact and felt Ema’s strength surge through me, preparing to lunge out of the way or stiffen my body to repel the impact, Logan surged forward, knocking it away with his superhuman strength.
It was an impressive feat, but as the dust settled, I noticed blood beginning to seep from a wound on his arm.
I heard screams and panicked voices around me. Innocent shoppers who were just as shocked as I was. But I didn’t care about them.
“Logan!” I shouted, rushing to his side.
He brushed me off with a smirk. “I’ve had worse.” But his eyes betrayed the concern he was trying to hide.
“His wound,” Ema said, drawing my attention back to his arm. “It’s… bad. It hurts me, too.”
