Chapter 63

Harper

I forced myself to keep moving, weaving deeper into the crowd. The music was louder here, some bass-heavy beat thudding through the clearing, and the smell of smoke and autumn leaves clung to the air.

If I just stayed here—surrounded by strangers—maybe I could forget the way Declan’s eyes had burned into mine across the fire.

“Hey.”

The voice came from just behind me, smooth and warm enough