Amelia didn’t know whether she was conscious or unconscious, awake or asleep, all she knew was that she was in pain.
Agonising pain that gripped her and refused to release her.
Where was he?
He’d been hurt.
And she had shot her sister.
Who was dead?
Who had survived?
Somehow Amelia managed to open her eyes and search the room for Logan.
She couldn’t see anyone.
It was like they had all evaporated into thin air.
Propping herself up on her elbows she saw him. He was lying on the floor beside the bed.
He wasn’t moving.
Amelia shuffled sideways and slid down to the floor to join him.
“Logan,” she whispered, but all that came out was a croak.
She was so tired.
Curling up at his side, she rested her head on the floorboards.
She just needed to sleep.
“No,” she tried to rouse herself. “Sleep means death.”
Cold, she pressed herself closer to Logan. It didn’t look like for them there would be a ‘they lived happily ever after’, it looked more like they were instead going to die in each other’s arms.
The world began to shimmer around her, then faded into a blank, empty, darkness.