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She woke to that familiar wild scent of Gar, something that couldn't be replicated by any man or animal Rose had ever encountered. He smelled like a zoo, but cleaner. And there was a light mix of soap and faint sweat that clung to his skin. For the brief moment before she became fully conscious, Rose buried her face in Gar's shoulder, planting little kisses along a muscle. When he snorted, she smiled.
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She woke to the scent of cigars and beer, the sort of smell that might have turned the stomach of a more sensitive girl. Not completely aware as to where she was or why her hands were bound, Rose took comfort in her father's scent. And then, after trying the chains that held her, reality came crashing back and any comfort she might have felt fell away. She made a quiet noise in the back of her dry throat, not quite a sob. The world came into focus and she saw Logan standing there, arms crossed over his chest. There was pity in his eyes.
"How many people did I kill?" she asked hoarsely, not noticing the way her vision blurred.
"None," was his gruff response. Realizing she had some control back, he walked up to his daughter. With a quick flip of his wrist, the chains that had been holding her clanked heavily onto the floor. "I stopped you before you hurt anybody."
"Oh."
"Rosie-"
"I really wish you hadn't," she said, interrupting him before he got the chance to say something she didn't want to hear. There was a desperate edge to her words as she fought to hold her head up and stop herself from collapsing onto the floor. "I wanted to... whoever was responsible..." She gasped and swallowed the air in gulps. "They should have died. I should have-"
"Rosie."
"Whoever did it should have died."
Logan had lived over a century of life. He'd faced innumerable obstacles, he'd died so many times he'd lost count. He would have thought that there wasn't anything he couldn't face these days. Rose was quickly proving him wrong. "I'm sorry, Rose." He didn't know what else to say and he didn't know how to stop his daughter's heart from shattering. Logan quite disliked the helpless feeling that overcame him as he watched Rose's face crumple.
"He died. He's dead." Rose was speaking more to herself. The words were sour on her tongue. "Gar's..." Her eyes were wide and full of tears. She searched her father's face, looking for his brow to crease and his mouth to work. She wanted him to tell her that there'd been some horrible mistake and that Gar was fine. She wanted to see him again. "I was just with him this morning. He was going to bring back breakfast. And I didn't get to tell him-" Tears spilled and her voice faltered. There wasn't enough air in her lungs in spite of the fact that she was gasping for breath. She suspected that this was what it felt like to drown. "He was going to bring me breakfast, daddy, and now he's gone."
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