#Chapter 68: Blur

Evelyn The days were a blur. Between stitching up infected wounds, gathering and crushing herbs to make medicine, and avoiding Jesse as skillfully as I could, I was utterly exhausted. The only benefit to it all was that I was left with hardly any time to think about Logan. Logan, with his soft eyes watching me in my tent, begging me to run away with him. Logan, and the disappointment he couldn’t completely hide when I’d told him no. I barely had time to eat, let alone breathe, but this was all by design. I needed to stay distracted and keep busy. The rogue camp had a rhythm now, and I moved through it like it was muscle memory. The other rogues were beginning to warm to me, even the gruff ones who merely nodded tersely no longer did so with a glare. Most of even the toughest soldiers muttered a tired “thank you” after I finished tending to them. It was strange how easily they took to me and the small kindnesses they were eager to offer, even if the kindness here ca