Chapter 116

Harper

The knock came again.

Soft. Three times.

Not frantic, not forceful—just patient.

We froze.

Gavin turned first, every muscle in his back coiled tight. “Don’t move,” he said quietly.

Declan had already drawn his knife, the blade catching a glint of firelight.

A fourth knock. Louder.

Then—

“Harper?”

My blood ran cold.

It was Piper’s voice.

Warm. Familiar. Exactly right.

“Piper?” I whispered be