#Chapter 57: She's Gone

Logan I was lost in a simple, peaceful dream of a clearing filled with rolling, bright green grass when the pounding came like a war drum, ripping me from sleep. My door burst open a second later, not even waiting for me to rise and answer. The metallic clatter of armor echoed through my chambers as I sat up, squinting into the onslaught of light as I reached for the dagger I kept on my bedside table. I was halfway out of bed, still shirtless, when I recognized that they were two of our guards. And between them, Prince Alex stood, pale and out of breath, filling the doorway with a kind of tension I hadn’t seen in him before. “What—” I began, but wasn’t even able to finish my question. “It’s Evelyn,” Alex said, cutting me off, voice sharp with urgency. “She’s gone.” Gone. The word landed like a blow to the ribs. It knocked the air from me. The knife I had been clutching to defend myself clattered uselessly to the floor in shock. And then I was moving. I was reaching