Logan
I was lost in a simple, peaceful dream of a clearing filled with rolling, bright green grass when the pounding came like a war drum, ripping me from sleep.
My door burst open a second later, not even waiting for me to rise and answer. The metallic clatter of armor echoed through my chambers as I sat up, squinting into the onslaught of light as I reached for the dagger I kept on my bedside table.
I was halfway out of bed, still shirtless, when I recognized that they were two of our guards. And between them, Prince Alex stood, pale and out of breath, filling the doorway with a kind of tension I hadn’t seen in him before.
“What—” I began, but wasn’t even able to finish my question.
“It’s Evelyn,” Alex said, cutting me off, voice sharp with urgency. “She’s gone.”
Gone.
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