Logan

I don’t remember falling asleep. I don’t remember much of the past day, actually, not since washing up on the shore on some nameless island.

I slowly sit up, wincing as bright, fresh pain ripples through my back. I press my hand to my chest where the bandages cover most of my skin and find them damp with blood, but it’s not fresh. No, I must have stopped bleeding like a stuck pig a few hours ago. That’s one thing going my way, at least.

A soft murmur beside me steals my attention from my pain, and I turn to find Brie fast asleep, her hands tucked beneath her...