Chapter 38

Harper

“What… what the hell are you doing here?” His voice cut through the air, sharp and cold, every syllable like ice against my skin. His eyes were fixed on me, stormy and unreadable, a mixture of anger, confusion, and something else I couldn’t quite place. My chest tightened, and I felt like I’d been caught somewhere I didn’t belong.

“I… I was waiting for you,” I stammered, words tumbling out