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One hundred and one: unexpected attack

Author: Lynda writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-08 23:18:51

Fiona's pov

"You’re shaking.”

Logan’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts but his eyes searched mine like he was reading a book with missing pages.

“I’m fine,” I said.

“No, you’re not.”

We were still standing in the cramped kitchen of the bakery apartment. The glow from the single lamp made his face look sharper, every angle drawn in amber light. My hands wouldn’t stop trembling because of the weight of what he’d just told me.

My brother was alive.

I should have felt anger or felt relieved but instead it was all muddled together, too tangled to pull apart.

“I don’t know what to do with that,” I said.

“You don’t have to decide tonight.”

“That’s the problem,” I said. “We might not have another night.”

He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the warmth from him.

“Fiona,” he said, softer now. “Look at me.”

I did.

“You don’t have to trust the world,” he said. “Just trust me.”

I wanted to. God, I wanted to. But I couldn’t stop thinking of the drive, the recordings, the way someone
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