Capítulo 40: Chapter 40: Hope

40: Hope

Logan

My back rests against the cellar wall, cold water dripping down it, but I don’t care.

I hear the soft whimper of Marcel as he slowly wakens from his forced nap. He groans in obvious pain, the darkness doing little to hide the wounds covering his body.

“Marcel?” I ask him, seeing his confused face look up from the other side of the cell.

“Where am I?” he asks. I see the whites of his eyes dart from side to side, inspecting his new prison.

“We’re locked up in their cellar,” I tell him, waiting for his response.

He mumbles something I don’t hear and then turns to me. “You’re Logan, right? Logan Tyler? You go to school with my daughter.”

I nod. “Yep, that’s me.”

He nods to himself and says, “You’re Anyra’s boyfriend, aren’t you?”

That word sends shivers through me, pleasant feelings but also sad.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

“How is she?” he asks me.

“What do you mean?”