CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR

Logan awoke In the morning to find himself alone in bed. He was home —somehow and he still had vivid images of what had happened the previous night, had it been a dream?

He looked around and could see the bandages, and stained clothes, he could find the dent in the pillow and the covers rumpled confirming the previous night hadn’t been a dream.

He had been attacked, and slowly- hit surely he was starting to get those pictures back again, it was starting to refill his mind leaving its mark on everything he had touched.

Despite the fact there was no love between them, he had seen the way Josie had been worried, as last night despite all odds for the first time in weeks the two had forged a connection to show that they belonged to each other.

Still, amidst all of this, he also was unaccountably miffed by the fact that those people whoever they were had the guts to actually beat him up.

Who were they?

Who did they work for?

Those questions had crept through his mind as he thought about t