Logan’s horrible, beautiful face lit up in a welcoming smile. “Ah! The guest of honor!”

I braced myself, but I wasn’t ready for the moment when Melinda raised her head, and I say the disbelief, the horror, then the despair on her lovely expression as she saw me standing there. Maybe she thought my intellect and I would choose to save ourselves. But how could she think that? How could she think I would ever leave her here? I could see the marks of the fight on her face: ...