Chapter Thirty-Two

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- Logan

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- Logan

The night was heavy, covered in darkness and the remnants of chaos from all the crazy shit going on lately. This place is supposed to be a sanctuary, but we're on the brink of dying every damn hour.

It's been three hours since we managed to pull Lia from the Darkhold's grip, and no one's heard a damn thing about whether she's woken up or how she's doing. It's driving me nuts.

I paced back and forth in the hall, the weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders. Every second felt like an eternity, and the silence was deafening.

I couldn't sit still. The walls felt like they were closing in on me. I needed to know she was okay. I needed to see her, hear her voice, know she was still fighting. The Professor had told us he'd help her, said she was in good hands, but it wasn't enough. Not for me.

The halls were a mess, debris scattered everywhere. The team was busy cleaning up, trying to restore some semblance of order for the students' sake. Meanwhile, I was pacing around like an idiot. I don't like being a sitting duck. And I was way too scattered to try and help them clean.

My mind was racing with thoughts of Lia. Her face when she realized what she did tore me up inside. She's been through hell, and now she's fighting another battle—one we can't even see.

Charles got this knack for calming people down, but he ain't a miracle worker. He told me to give her space, said she's already dealing with enough and doesn't need more stress. But I didn't want to stress her out. I just needed to check on her, make sure she's alright. Standing around doing nothing? That's not me. Yet here I was, pacing like a caged animal, feeling useless, waiting for any news.

I stopped for a moment, looking around at the chaos. The mansion had seen better days, that's for sure. But it wasn't the broken walls or scattered debris that bothered me. It was the uncertainty, the not knowing if Lia was going to pull through this.

Amid the chaos in my mind, Charles rolled up, his presence cutting through the noise. I shot up, urgency driving me as I closed the distance between us. "Is she awake? Is she okay?" I demanded.

"Logan, you must calm yourself," Charles urged, his voice steady and composed. "She is in a better state of mind now. She expressed a need for some time alone and has left, but she assured me she would return in the morning."

I felt a surge of confusion and anger. "You let her leave?" I snapped.

Charles met my gaze, his tone understanding yet firm. "Logan, I understand your concern, but Lalia is strong. She requires time to process everything."

I cut him off, my voice rising. "The last thing she needs is to be alone right now." I grabbed my flannel, my mind set. "Where did she go?"

"I don't know, Logan. But I can still sense her presence in the town," Charles said, attempting to reason with me.

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