And suddenly, images flashed through his mind…
Visions of the past… or the future!
***
Logan's eyes snapped back to reality, and he jolted upright. He stared at the woods—but there was nothing. No eyes, no figures staring back at him.
"Are you okay?" he heard the leader's voice ask, pulling his attention away from the trees.
Logan turned toward the man. His eyes were sharp, piercing deep into the male’s soul, and a frown sat on his lips mixed with something unreadable.
"What’s wrong?" the man asked. Logan forced a smile. He couldn’t reveal what he had just seen.
Maybe it was just his thoughts, he reasoned, yawning slightly. The man furrowed his brows in confusion.
"Just sleepless nights," Logan added, and the man nodded in understanding.
"Well, I'm done," the painter said. Logan
