Logan
It took me a moment to find my voice.
Not because I didn't hear her—
but because the words I'm going back home were still tearing through my chest like claws.
"How?" I finally asked. "I don't… I don't understand."
"I saw the room," she said.
"The room?" I frowned.
"The room where the mirror is."
"What mirror?"
She stared at me like I had rocks for brains. "The mirror that dragged me into your world, duh. Have you been listening to anything I've been saying?"
"Oh. That mirror," I said quickly. Too quickly. I forced myself to breathe, to stay calm—though inside, both me and my wolf were unraveling.
"Where did you see it?"
Jack stirred inside me, restless.
This is bad, he muttered. If she finds it… she leaves.
"It's here," Bella said, standing up suddenly. Her face lit up, hope shining so bright it hurt to look at. "In this place. I mean—this mansion."
"In my mansion?" I asked carefully. "You're sure?"
She nodded. "I saw it clearly. In my dream."
A dream.
