Gemma’s POV
The second Logan and I walked through the door, everything changed.
One minute his hand was holding mine tightly.
The next—
We were ripped apart.
I screamed for him, but no sound came out.
Darkness swallowed me whole before I suddenly landed hard against a cold floor.
At first, I couldn’t move.
Pain tore through every inch of my body while darkness blurred around me. Slowly, I lifted my head and froze.
My body was lying a few feet away from me.
I stared at myself in horror.
Pale.
Broken.
Covered in bruises.
For a moment, panic completely consumed me.
Was I dead?
No.
I had to get back.
Using every bit of strength I had left, I dragged myself across the floor toward my body. Every movement hurt. My arms shook violently beneath me, but I refused to stop.
Then I
