BELLA POV
When I woke up, I was lying on the sofa.
For a few seconds I didn't move.
I just blinked.
Slow.
Confused.
Then my brain caught up with my eyes.
Oh.
So he carried me.
Of course he did.
I stared at the ceiling and sighed.
The irony almost offended me.
I had planned to stay awake and watch over him for once. I had planned to be strong, alert, dependable. I had planned to be the responsible one.
Instead?
I fell asleep like a baby and got carried like luggage.
"Wonderful, Bella," I muttered. "Very heroic."
I stretched, my arms reaching high, my back arching, joints popping softly. Then I looked around.
The hut was quiet.
Too quiet.
The bed was empty.
The floor was empty.
The chair was empty.
My brows slowly pulled together.
Where did everyone go?
I sat up straighter.
Silence answered me.
My chest tightened.
I stood quickly.
"Logan?" I called.
No answer.
"Teacher?"
Nothing.
Okay.
Not funny.
