Blood. Three blades stuck through Marie’s chest. Six penetrated Jean’s abdomen. A single claw pierced the heart of the last woman Logan thought he’d see in his dreams.
“Lo-gan…” his name shivered on her lips.
Her eyes were wide, pleading, “Hurts…stop…Logan…”
“Logan!” Ororo’s urgent whisper jolted him upright.
Sitting on his bed, she was looking very concerned. Very unafraid. But, how is she he--
--No, he killed her, she‘s dead.
Sensing his distress, Ororo wrapped her arms around his sweat-slicked back.
“I’m here, Logan…I’m here…”
I always have been.
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