#Chapter 102: Bad News

Evelyn It had been days since I’d last seen Logan. And while I wanted to say that this space was good for us—needed, even—I found myself wondering where he went every time my mind wandered. The days that passed in his absence were filled with trying to focus on the patients in the medical wing, creating more of and distributing the wolfsbane cure, and desperately trying to focus on anything other than the gnawing pit in my stomach that whispered the worst possible truths. Every morning, I woke with the same cold realization that I didn’t know where he was or if he was even alive. The palace halls felt vacant without the possibility of running into him. The absence was a constant echo in my head, ceaseless and haunting. I was actively trying to distract myself and was bending over a stack of created cures when Chris found me. I recognized the cadence of his footfalls and turned. His presence always carried a steady warmth that felt like reassurance, but today, there was som