#Chapter 105: Echo

Logan The echo of approaching footfalls filled the space before I saw her. One of Emma’s rogues walked into view, her face drawn and pensive as she neared my cell with keys jingling in her hands. “Emma wants to see you,” she muttered, like she couldn’t be bothered with me. Her thoughts were elsewhere. I wondered if something had happened to earn such evasiveness. She slid the key into the lock, and the click was sharp in the silence. “Now what happened here?” she asked as she swung open the door. “Did you boys get into a fight?” I knew that she was looking at Scott’s prone and bleeding body across from me. He was still breathing, though. For now. And yet I refused to look up and acknowledge this, pretending that I was spent in the scuffle with Scott. It was easy to pretend that I was lost to the drugs and hunger and exhaustion. I forced myself to slump against the wall. It was almost too easy to feign such weakness. I was exhausted, half-starved, and just coming out o