#Chapter 235: Restitution

Logan The scene around us felt like something out of a movie—and a dark one, at that. Devon writhed on the ground, moaning in pain now that my rain of punches had ended. Logan pulled me close, his deep blue eyes filled with worry as he looked over me. In the distance, the blue and red flashing of police lights illuminated the dark desert. It was over; but in a way, it somehow felt as though it had only just begun. Logan pulled me close and kissed me at first, his lips soft and tender against mine. I wanted to pinch myself. It felt like I was in a dream—somehow, Logan had made it to me just in time. The garage hadn’t blown up with him inside. We were safe, at least for now. When Logan pulled away from our kiss, I was still reeling. The effects of the drug that Devon had injected me with still addled my brain, and it didn’t help any that both of my shoulders and my head were throbbing in agony now that I had escaped the harrowing situation. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”