Chapter 133

Harper

He immediately shot forward, panic slicing through his expression as he reached for me. One hand wrapped around my shoulder while the other started patting—no, thumping—at my back like he was trying to resuscitate me through sheer force.

“Breathe—Harp—hey—slow down—shit—”

His voice kept tripping over itself, rising with every second I kept coughing.

My eyes watered, my throat burned, and I