Chapter 150

{Harper's POV}

I blinked.

Then blinked again, slower, like maybe the problem was somewhere in my own eyes rather than the scene in front of me.

Because nothing about this was making sense. Kira— the same Kira who had threatened me, the same Kira who'd shot me, who'd smiled at me for months while quietly deciding how best to destroy my life — was on her knees on my living room floor, unarmed, cryin