That's Disappointing

***Logan***

She tore her eyes away from Victor again and looked at me, her face pale, eyes too wide to be sane.

“I don’t know if I’m seeing things now, Logan.”

The way she said it—slow, unsure, almost frightened—made something twist low in my gut.

I crossed the room in three long strides. “What are you talking about?”

She lifted her trembling hand and pointed. “His fingers. I could’ve sworn I saw