Page 43 of Logan

It was a scene that defied logic and reason, one that belied the unfathomable power wielded by Legion and his tireless pursuit of balance and harmony within the natural world. And as Emily watched in awe, she felt a sense of reverence wash over her, a silent acknowledgment of the sacred bond that connected all living things in the tapestry of existence.

The cabin began to take on a renewed vitality, its scars of destruction fading into obscurity beneath the skilled hands of the Legion and his clan mates.

“They are using magic,” she whispered

“The cabin was set ablaze with dragon fire and magic.Under such circumstances, we are using magic to restore it quickly. It will be finished before we return. Do you wish to fly?”

She shook her head. “Normally, I would say yes, but I just want to feel human for a while. Can we drive?”

He kissed her temple. “Of course.” He led her to one of the SUVs parked away from the cabin. There was one closer, but the paint was blistered and had been damaged in the fire.

Logan opened the passenger door for her and got in the driver’s seat. They were barely ten minutes into their long drive when she fell asleep.

In no time, Logan was shaking her slightly and calling her name.

She blinked and glanced at the front entrance to her apartment. “We are here already?”

“Yes. You needed your sleep. I have scanned the area. There are no darks in the vicinity. It is safe to go up and grab what you need.”

She was glad he had ensured there were no darks around. It was really late, and those on the road were either leaving nightclubs or heading to an after-hours bar.

“I will be quick.”

Logan unfastened his seatbelt, and she put her hand on his thigh. “Can I have ten minutes alone? I only need to grab a duffle bag. I don’t care about the clothes, just my mother’s things and a few personal items.”

Logan’s jaw tightened. “Ten minutes. Call to me if you need help with anything.”

“I will.” She exited the vehicle and entered the main entrance. The lobby was empty, and the night watchman was likely doing his rounds.

Emily’s footsteps echoed softly in the corridor as she made her way to the elevator, each step a reminder of the decision shehad made. With each passing moment, the distance between her and the life she had once known grew ever wider.

As the elevator doors slid shut behind her, Emily felt a pang of finality settle in the pit of her stomach. This was it. The end of one chapter and the beginning of another. She was choosing a life with Logan, a life filled with love and adventure.

Logan offered her everything she had ever dreamed of and more. He asked for nothing in return, save for her trust.

Entering her apartment with a sense of purpose, Emily wasted no time in retrieving the bag she had prepared for this moment. It lay nestled under the bed, a relic of her past that now held the key to her future. The bag, a faded shade of pink, had once belonged to her mother, a tangible reminder of the strength and resilience that ran through her veins.

With a reverent touch, Emily lifted the bag from its resting place, her fingers tracing the worn seams and frayed edges with a sense of nostalgia. It was a symbol of all she was leaving behind. The memories, the pain, the uncertainty, and yet, it also held the promise of a new beginning.

Emily slung the satchel over her shoulder and moved to the dresser. She carefully packed her cherished belongings into the faded pink bag. Each item held a special significance, a tangible connection to the memories and moments that had shaped her life.

First among them was her mother’s jewelry, delicate pieces imbued with sentimental value, each one a precious reminder of the love and warmth that had once filled her childhood home. Among them was a locket containing a picture of her family when she was just nine years old, a snapshot frozen in time that captured the essence of a simpler, happier time.

Next, Emily gathered a few articles of clothing, none of them fancy or expensive, but each one imbued with a sense of comfort and familiarity.

With each item carefully packed away, Emily felt a sense ofsatisfaction settle over her like a warm embrace. These were the things that mattered most to her, the tangible remnants of a life she was leaving behind in pursuit of something greater.

But as she turned to leave her bedroom, her heart skipped a beat at the sight of her uncle sitting on the couch, his presence a stark reminder of the ties that bound her to her past.

“Are you going somewhere?” he asked. His black hair was slicked back, and the touches of gray seemed to accent his aging good looks. His son stood behind the couch and sneered at her.

“I am.”

Her uncle motioned for her to sit as her cousin placed his hand on his gun.

She did as he asked, but clutched the pink bag to her body like a shield. “I was told you had struck a deal. That you would have the money soon.”

Her uncle smiled. “I received it a half hour ago. Far more than I would have received had I sold the pearl. Our contract is officially over.”

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