Peace, nothing.
No sounds, no smells.
I stirred or thought I did, trying to feel anything under my fingers, but nothing. My body didn’t feel like my own, it wasn’t sore. It was nothing…
I tried to reach for Logan, but it seemed I was alone.
Was this the afterlife, just nothing?
Was I even breathing?
It came back. I could feel it. My vision was restored, but all I saw was a black void for hours until memories flooded me.
Blood drenched my skin, but it wasn’t my own. It belonged to the man that was ripped apart, his body scattered around me.
A man I could never forget—My father.
“This is where it started.” I flinched, hearing a clear and kind voice. I tried to find where the voice was coming from, but I could only see my father.
“I didn’t want you to kill him, but you had to.
