#Chapter 93: Accuse

Evelyn I pressed the damp cloth to Logan’s mother’s burning forehead, my hands trembling even as I tried to still them. It was so odd to have this woman who hated me utterly at my mercy. Though we had never gotten along, I couldn’t help but think that she looked pitiful then. She was slipping away, pale but hot and clammy. The wolfsbane was working its way through her system, and it would either run its course or take her with it. All I could do was stand vigil; she was beyond intervention. The scent of wolfsbane lingered on her breath, and no matter what I did, her pulse was weakening by the minute. She must have swallowed far more than the average dosage. I knew the effects of overdoing it with wolfsbane thanks to Jesse, but this was something else entirely. It was a complete overdose. “Come on,” I whispered. “Stay with us.” Logan hovered at the edge of the bed, eyes wide, helpless. “Is she going to make it?” “I don’t know.” I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet