Chapter 208

Harper

He turned away from me abruptly, running a hand through his hair like he was trying to burn off the last of that anger before it exploded again. The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow from the lamp near the bed and the pale spill of moonlight through the window. Everything felt too quiet now—like the aftermath of a storm.

“Sit,” he said, not harshly this time, but not gently either.

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