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Ezrina’s not in the mood for another restoration project tonight.” I don’t bother telling him about my deal with the hostess with the mostess corpses. Or, how, she’ll be wearing my body like the latest fashion in just a little while if I don’t arrange a do-over with the fab four that comprise the Justice Alliance.
    “So, where do I normally take you?” He tweaks my knee and gives a little wink.
    “What’s wrong?” I’m almost afraid to ask.
    “My head’s all clouded over. I can’t hold a thought more than two seconds.” He glowers into the long blank silence of the road. “I’ll need you to fill in a few blanks for me.”
    “Let’s go see Gage. We can both fill in the blanks for you.”
    “We’ll see him right after, but for now, lets do something just you and me.”
    “You wanna go to the bowling alley? We can probably see Brielle.”
    “I was thinking somewhere a little more private. Black Forest?” He hums along to the radio, turning up the volume.
    “No, way. I hate that place. Let’s go to the bowling alley. You know, revisit the scene of the crime.” And, really, I wouldn’t mind seeing Bree.
    “Suit yourself.” He drives us down the highway until we hit the dilapidating rectangle that is the bowling alley.
    “Watch this,” he skips over the easement that leads into the parking lot and bumps over a series of small boulders that act as landscaping.
    “Hey!” I shout, jostling about, snatching away at the dashboard, trying to keep from knocking into the window. He speeds us around the building to the dirt lot where the Mustang knocked the life out of him and comes just shy of hitting the trunk of an evergreen. “Shit!” I pant. “You almost smacked into that thing. And, by the way, the tree would have totally won. Don’t joke around like that.” The last thing I need is a head injury. A metal halo drilled into my skull isn’t exactly a girl’s accessory of choice for Valentine’s Day.
    “Who says I’m joking?” He sobers quickly, killing the ignition. “I’m going to start living life to the fullest. No more of this ambling around not enjoying myself, bullshit.” He gives a dry laugh. “Come here,” he says, swiveling his arms up my sweater. “I believe I owe you a proper thank you.”
    “I believe you do,” I push his hands back down. “But not like that.”
    He pulls me in by the back of my neck and indulges in an unwelcome kiss by way of his meandering tongue.
    Before I can push him away, the radio ignites in one loud blast, and I snatch my hands up over my ears to stop the noise.
    “Crap,” Logan switches it off. “Must have hit it with my knee.”
    “I think we should go see Gage.” For sure being alone with Logan is not a good idea. I believe his thrill to live campaign is being solely run by his penis. “So, we should drive to the hospital, like now.”
    “He’s still in there, huh?” He shakes his head at the thought. “You should wake him up with some of that Celestra magic, perk him right up.”
    “I didn’t even think of that. You’re a genius.” I push him gently in the shoulder. “I’m sorry about having your powers revoked.” I say it so low I’m not even sure he heard.
    He stares off in a daze as though he were just remembering this reality himself.
    “Shit,” he mutters. “No, it’s OK.” He takes in a hard breath. “There are so many other things that make life worth living.”
    He starts up the truck, dazed by the revelation, and heads back out onto the black expanse of highway that drifts unknowably in both directions.
    “What happened when you died Logan? What did you see?”
    He swallows hard, still lost, gazing at the road ahead.
    Logan looks fatigued, worn out underneath this jubilant demeanor. Death has discolored the world for him. I hope he gets his bearings, retrieves whatever it is he might have lost. I hope death didn’t come in and rob him of who he truly is deep down inside.
    “It wasn’t good, Skyla,”