Chapter 13: Thus to [him]self [he] pleasingly began. – IX, 794
Logan has honestly lost count of the sheer number of bones that have had to be rebroken, reset and pinned in place. She’s performed minor surgeries, helped people regrow small limbs and frantically searched the internet for a hint of what attacked them down in those catacombs. Her own mind keeps trying to take her away into horrific visions and terrifying trances.
She’s on the verge of collapse, and Lane is nowhere to be seen. They’d gotten them home and then promptly vanished into thin air, along with Ezra.
Personally, she finds this a little tone-deaf. None of these people would be needing help, were it not for whatever the hell Lane had gotten them into down there. Now, they’re just what? Gone? Scared? Not really prone to violence, Logan can honestly say that she would love to throw a few punches their way right about now.