LOGAN BLACKSTONE
My hands trembled as I gently brushed her hair from her face. I hadn’t even introduced myself to the clueless guy standing next to her. Her arm was scratched, and there was a nasty bump on her forehead. I felt like my entire world was crumbling as I reached out to her. The man, startled by my frantic demeanor, let go of her hand.
“Scarlett!” I called, my voice breaking with worry.
“Logan!” Evelyn’s voice was a mix of surprise and relief.
“How did this happen?” I demanded, turning to Evelyn, my heart pounding.
“We were heading down the stairs, and it was chaotic with so many students crowding together. I’m not sure exactly what happened,” Evelyn explained, her distress clear in her voice.
“Scarlett?” I called out again, trying to wake her. “Scarlett, talk to me?” My o
