I break out of the woods and my entire body feels spent, stars twinkling in the corners of my vision. What I see next, however, seems to glow even brighter. Reaching the street, I find one final wildcard waiting for us, as unexpected as he is welcome…

Logan, in the flesh, standing beside Charvan.

I have no idea why he has come back or how he knew where to find us, but I am just so thankful he is here. Because Logan is the best getaway driver we could possibly ask for.

“Cleo, I got your—wait, what’s up?” Logan asks.

“We’ll explain later,” Cleo says, reaching Charvan first. “Are you good to drive?”

Logan just nods, spinning toward the driver’s door. Chase unlocks Charvan as he approaches, and I wish I could see the look on his face right now. I’m sure that, as overwhelmed and frightened as he must be, he also must feel the same way I do:

Completely alive.

Once I reach Charvan and climb into the back seat, Logan hits the gas. As we speed away from these dark pentacle woods, I don’t know if Rosa or her coven will be able to follow, but I do know this much…

I can finally exhale, now that everything is right where it belongs.

PART FOUR

SWORN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHASE

SITTING BESIDE LOGAN again doesn’t feel real. Maybe it’s the surge of adrenaline from being chased through the woods, but everything feels hyper-saturated. Could Logan just be an apparition I’ve conjured? I want to reach over and touch him to make sure he’s really here, but I’m not sure I’m allowed to anymore. I turn myself toward him instead. The act causes a rush of comfort so overwhelming, I almost cry out with relief.

Logan is back.

Suddenly Charvan, still hurtling through the sunset, feels a little bit more like home. There aren’t any cars behind us so far, so hopefully Rosa wasn’t fast enough to follow. Which means we can focus on this unexpected return.

“Logan, what are you doing here?” Amelia blurts out, still heaving breaths from our sprint. “I mean, how did you find us?”

I know I should be the one asking these questions, but words have been failing me lately.

“I’ve been texting with Cleo all day,” Logan answers. “So much for my phone box rule.”

I turn back to Cleo, wondering how I missed this—until I remind myself how preoccupied I’ve been. Besides, I quickly see that Cleo appears… Actually, it’s hard to place my finger on their exact expression. Cleo and Amelia seemed to be having a pretty heavy conversation before we entered the Repentant shack, so maybe it has something to do with that? Not to mention, none of us have had a spare second yet to mend the wounds collected from Rosa’s reads.

“Obviously, she told me where to find you all, at least until an hour ago,” Logan continues.