The days after the attack dragged were filled with fear. Everyone was at alert, trying to sense if there was danger still lurking around. They knew Lucia could strike any time soon, so they need to be on the safe side. The guards patrolled ceaselessly, torches burning through the night, yet the fear lingered stronger. People whispered that she would return — tonight, tomorrow, perhaps even now.
Logan carried that dread heavier than anyone else. Though he moved through the halls with his usual command, inside he felt the echo of his weakness. His body had not fully recovered from the draining strike; his chest still ached when he breathed too deeply, his hands trembled when anger surged. And worse than his injuries was the truth — he had faced something greater than himself, and he had fa
