Wake Up, Harpenya

POV: Harper

Maeve’s lips actually curved upward, forming a highly rare, profoundly dangerous smile that didn't quite reach her eyes but held a lethal promise. "Anyone messes with you, they deal with us."

Sloane propped her chin on her hand, her sharp, calculating eyes tracking every micro-expression on my face. "So… what now?"

I met her gaze head-on. The frantic, terrified fluttering in my stom