Chapter 648. Unexplainable Choices

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 cheek. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her wear her hair natural before. It’s wild and… lovely. But looking at her–at the soft, relaxed expression on her face as she sleeps–has me careening back to going into the water with her and realizing that was it.

I’m not sure how we survived. Call it divine intervention of the highest degree because there’s no other way we would have made it out without dying.<