Emma’s POV
I was awoken by a loud knock on our front door.
I opened my eyes and groaned. What time was it?
I blinked a few times and let my eyes adjust to the darkness in my room. The moonlight that shone through my window was bright enough for me to look at my watch. It was 11 p.m. Who was here this late?
I removed the covers and went towards my bedroom door. I opened it in time to hear my brother's voice.
"Logan?" he said. "What are you doing here?"
"Where is she? Where is Emma?" Logan asked nervously.
His voice was the most amazing sound I have ever heard. It was like music to my ears. What was wrong with me? It never sounded like that before. It must have been because I was tired.
But he sounded cold, rushed. I didn't know why he was asking for me, but I had a feeling that I was in trouble. But I didn't do anything wrong.
"Emma?" my brother asked. "She is sleeping. Why?"
I could hear surprise and confusion in his voice.