“No, I’m not saying that,” she placated, “I saw in your face, if I died then you died too, but in your soul not your body.”
Logan looked poleaxed, his brow knitting and his lips parting. That was exactly how he felt. He saw himself dump Phoenix on Tama, running towards his wife as she sank to her knees clutching her chest. He knew instinctively it was bad and he had missed the signs. He had dismissed weeks of warning symptoms and the fact was like a guilty knife burying itself in his own chest. He knew what was happening to her as he reached her prone body and he stared Death full in the face and acknowledged he was powerless. Hana was right. He also knew his life would be over and he would never recover.
Logan’s face was ashen as the memory and emotions flooded back over him. He worked
