Calculated Confidence

{Harper's POV}

For a moment, I forgot where I was.

My gaze stayed locked on Moretti, seated among the crowd like he had always belonged there, like this had always been his plan, like none of it was a coincidence.

The noise around me blurred into something distant, something secondary, because all I could think was: he came.

And then he did not just come. He brought them.

Because this? This was