An escape

~Logan~

“Seraphim!” I shouted with my face pressed against the iron but she was gone without a glance at me.

Her eyes were clouded with nothing but loathing for me.

I knew I had made a mistake but I would not be able to correct them. Seraphim wants me to die, the look in her eyes and the words she said to be. It could not be more than that, that she seeks my death.

Knowing fully well that I, Logan Miller had nothing to do with the death of the rogue or the attempted murder of her life.

“You can not do this to me! Seraphim!”

“Keep quiet!”

I was hit on the head with a flat wood, and I kept quiet watching the receding figure of Seraphim until she was out of sight.

My hand fell to my side, I was about to face judgment, but my back was against the wall and I slide down to the ground slowly.

“It’s over Logan,” I whispered to myself with my hand clasped on my head.

“Logan, I can not believe this.”

My head snapped to the side when I heard the voice of my father. He was standing outsi