My body was flushed, and I had to fight the urge to sink into the ground. My tongue was too thick to lash out at Logan, my racing, suffocating thoughts too thick to deal with fighting him. I flexed my hand, the knuckles popped, but it didn’t help this time. “Siren?” Logan’s forehead puckered as his gaze snagged on the movement. Slashed wrists. Crimson waves churning red into the sand. Blood. Blood. Choking on blood. I panted on an unsatisfying breath. I couldn’t stop the barrage of thoughts that gripped my neck like a collar. Logan’s arms wrapped around me, but I remained stiff, covering my
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