My front collides with his chest as I struggle to break free. "Just let me go, please. I need to rest."

But Logan holds tight, his breath fanning my face, threatening to crumble my resolve.

"Don't you want to get answers to your questions?" he asks.

I try to steel myself, but my heart races at his words. And then he drops the bombshell: "Yes, someone is after your life."

He says it so matter-of-factly like he's commenting on the weather. I step back, unsure how to react to this news.

I need assurance, "You're lying, right?" my voice barely above a whisper.

Logan's face softens, and for a moment,...