For Your Safety

Thalia’s POV

I didn't bother knocking when I reached Harper’s room.

I pushed the door open. Harper flinched, pale under the harsh lights, crossing her arms.

"We need to talk," I said.

"I already told you," she replied, looking away. "I don’t know anything."

I held my phone so the playing video was directly in her line of sight. Her jaw set, but she kept her expression neutral.

"Stop lying,"