Logan I gasped as my body hit the ground. I was pretty sure my eyes were open, but it was complete darkness. I couldn't even make out anything, no shapes, and there weren't any sounds either. The silence was worse than the darkness almost. I wasn't scared of the dark, but I was scared of what was in the dark. I knew people lurked in all sorts of places, waiting for their prey. I slowly got to my feet and shuffled around, hoping to maybe find a wall or something to tell me that I was at least somewhere safe. I started to walk forward, holding out my hands in front of me just in case I came in contact with someone. After a few minutes of listening to my own footsteps, a thought occurred to me. I groaned, and used my hand to ignite a small fireball that lit up just a few feet around me. I blinked a few times, letting myself get used to the light versus the darkness. There was literally nothing around me, just... emptiness. I moved around some, hoping to see anything, but still nothing.

LoganI groan as I feel myself slowly start to wake up. My head is pounding and my body feels like it's on fire. I could feel his hands, like they were still on me. Everything inside me screams that something is different, I feel like myself, but not quite. It takes a moment, but eventually I can focus enough to realize that I'm in a complete different room. Panic starts to set in as I try to remember how I got here, but my mind is foggy and nothing comes to me.I try to sit up, but my muscles feel sluggish and weak. It's like I'm moving through molasses. It takes all of my willpower just to get to a sitting position, but once I do, I'm able to look around and get my bearings. The room is dark and dreary, with heavy curtains blocking out all the light. There's a large four-poster bed across the room, and a dresser against the wall. A fireplace burns merrily in the corner, but it doesn't do much to dispel the gloom. Despite the ominous ambiance, I can't help but feel like I've been her

Logan I blinked a few times as I heard whispering voices. The orange light streaming in from the windows told me it was morning. I yawned as I sat up, my body echoing with pains and aches. Xander was leaning against the far wall by the door that goes out on the balcony. Another man was standing there, speaking with him. He looked vaguely familiar as I stared at him. With black shaggy hair, sharp green eyes, and a straight jawline, the resemblance to Xander was there. Was this another brother? "...Elder's asked for an audience. I can't tell them no." The man said, clearly over this already, "I can smell your... bond already. They can't deny this. If they do, it leaves them open for others to contest their positions. No one wants that." Xander groans, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Rosa is gone. I'm unsure of how they are getting their information, but they are getting it." "You have to understand that it doesn't matter how, they will get their info." Xander scoffed, "Rosa was