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“Baby…” I gasp, dropping to my knees in front of him. I reach a hand out, cupping his jaw, moving in so close and gently slapping his cheek. “Look at me, baby.”
He pants, breathless, whimpering quietly between each panting gasp. And my heart breaks. He looks so small, so broken, so lost to the darkness. I find his hands, noticing the purple polish that paints his nails, and I twine my fingers through his, squeezing.
“Logan!” I yell, my tears spilling over and streaming down my cheeks. “Logan, look at me, please.”
“Millie, what the fuck is going on?” Dallas shouts behind me.
Ignoring my brother, I move in closer to Logan, wrapping my arms around him, practically curling my body around his, whispering into his ear, “I’m right here, baby. Open your eyes and come back to me. Please.”
Logan’s hand grips my arm that’s wrapped around his shoulders, and that’s his way of letting me know he’s still here. He can hear me.
I glance back over my shoulder, finding Dallas and Emily standing right there, watching on with identical expressions of shock. I sob, sniffling through my tears. “Help me get him up!”
Dallas’s eyes meet mine, a flash of recognition flaring in his gaze, but he doesn’t move. Emily looks from me to Dallas and back again, landing on Logan before she rushes forward and tries to help.
“Please, Dallas!” I cry. “He’s having a panic attack.”
Snapping into gear, Dallas shakes his head at himself quickly, stepping forward. He moves Emily aside, gently shouldering me away before grabbing one of Logan’s arms and looping it around his neck before craning him off the floor with a heaving grunt.
“Where are we going?” my brother grits out.
I hop up, rushing forward and pushing open the bedroom door. “Here.”
Dallas staggers under Logan’s dead weight, hefting him through the door and into the room, helping him down onto the bed. He turns to me, looking between me and Emily, who is currently standing next to me, her hand on my shoulder in a show of support. I run to the edge of the bed, sitting on the side of the mattress and gently sweeping my hand over Logan’s sweat-beaded forehead, leaning in close and whispering to him that I’m here.
From my periphery, I see Dallas turn and storm out, and Ilook up in time to see Emily following him. She glances at me, and I meet her eyes.
“I’m sorry.” I shake my head. “I just?—”
“It’s okay,” she whispers, holding a hand up. “We’ll wait outside.” With a kind, knowing smile, she pulls the door closed.
Silence settles around the room, nothing but the sound of Logan’s rushed, shallow, panting breaths. And I climb onto the bed next to him, just like I did the first time this happened, wrapping my arms around him from behind.
“Shhhh. I’m here, baby,” I whisper, dragging my fingers up and down his arms. “Come back to me. It’s just us, Logan. Just you and me.”
After a few long moments, I feel Logan squeeze my arm, his voice low and rasped and broken as he gruffs, “I fucked up, Red…”
My heart breaks at his confession, because what the hell happened to my boy.
CHAPTER 46
MILLIE
When Logan calms enough that his breathing evens out, that his eyes are less glazed, and his heart rate has eased to a fast yet steady beat, I move in closer, lifting a hand and cupping his stubbled jaw.
“Talk to me, Logan,” I whisper.
His eyes bounce between mine. “I-I told him.”
My eyebrows draw together. “Told who, what?”
“Him,” he seethes through gritted teeth. “I told him the truth. About Levi.”
My eyes widen as realization dawns on me. I knew this was bad. Seeing him slumped against the door, a shell of himself, was worse than finding him in his car that night. And I knew it had to have something to do with his father, because Logan told me he was the only person who has the ability to pull him into the darkness. But I didn’t realize it was this bad.
“I got a call from Treetops,” Logan continues. “That…asshole… hasn’t paid my mother’s care bill in over three months. Threefuckingmonths,” he grits out. “She was on the verge of being displaced.”
I can see the panic emerging again; it’s there in his eyes, and Iplace my hand against his chest, pressing firmly with a murmured, “Breathe, baby.”
