Chapter 19: Warnings
19: Warnings
Anyra
“Who is that?” Frida says with surprise. “I didn’t sense him through the spell,” her voice is filled with more concern over the fact her spell hadn’t warned her than who their visitor was.
“Logan,” I mumble with dread.
My mom’s lips are pressed so hard together that they nearly disappear on her freckled face.
Even Jenna looks about half past alarmed, her dark face a shade lighter.
The truck stops in front of us, its brakes squealing on the packed dirt. Logan shuts off the truck and almost falls out as he rushes to meet us. His face is bright red, sweat trickling down his neck, and his breathing is hard and ragged.
Forgetting our last conversation, I move to him and grasp his shoulder, supporting him.
“Logan? Logan, what’s wrong? What happened? What are you doing here?” The questions roll out of me before I can stop them. His eyes look around wildly as if he fears something could jump out at them at any moment.