His beautiful face was almost unrecognizable. Tears threatened to run down my face, but I sniffed them back and tried to think on my feet. Brodie wasn't there, but Logan was, and somehow, somehow against all odds, I was going to have to save him. And save myself, for that matter.

Logan looked at me through his swollen, black-and-blue eyes. Blood ran down his nose and dripped onto his chest. A homemade gag was stuffed in his mouth, and he groaned through it when he saw me. He ...