Fiona's povHe woke before dawn, eyes open, but not really seeing me. The fire was down to ash. His wrist burned faint red through the skin.“Logan,” I said softly.He blinked slow, as if dragging himself back. “I’m fine.”He wasn’t. His voice had a different echo, one that didn’t belong to him.Serena handed him water. He didn’t drink it. He stared at it until it rippled, like something underneath the surface was breathing.We didn’t talk after that. The mountain was awake, and words didn’t feel safe.By midday, the tunnel forked. Two paths, one climbing, one falling. Both breathed the same warm air.“Which way?” Serena asked.Logan looked at the rising path. “Up.”I caught his arm. “No. The boy said ‘under.’ We go down.”He turned to me slowly. “You think he was a boy?”“Don’t start,” I warned.His mouth curled. “If he wasn’t a boy, then what are you?”The mark pulsed, and for a second, his pupils thinned to slits. I stepped back. “Logan, stop.”He shut his eyes hard and pressed his
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