Emily's POV.

My pacing became frantic in the lobby, my face etched with worry. Peter walked up to me, handing me a drink but I refused to collect it.  I didn't feel like having anything to drink. Not when someone who  saved me is seriously injured.

“Logan will be fine, Miss Emerald. I can assure you,” Peter spoke as he put the drink away since I wasn't willing to accept it.

I folded my arms, pacing back and forth, anxiety crawling up my sleeves. Some of the cops and even Collin appeared after some minutes, their faces imprinted with concern.

“I’m glad you're alright” Officer Jones spoke in a calm...