#Chapter 96: Kiss

Logan I froze. My hand clasped around the weapon slung across my waist as I pushed myself to my feet as quietly as I could manage it. My eyes were trained forward at the dark parting between the trees where the noise had come from and where I knew she would be standing. Though my mind was sluggish from the drink, I knew who would step toward me before she soundlessly seemed to float from between the trees. Emma. Her hair was loose, catching the faint light like gold. Despite the days on the run, she seemed well bathed, fed, and watered. I wondered where she had freshened up and how she had found me, but my tongue was leaden against asking her. Her eyes glittered with something that looked far too much like victory, and a smirk pulled the corners of her lips. “Logan,” she purred, my name like a caress. “I’ve been looking for you. I knew you would come for me.” I staggered back a step, nearly tripping over my feet. The alcohol had made me unsteady, and I silently cursed