28
REED
“Harper!” I shouted as I pounded on her door.
This time, she opened right away. I didn’t say another word, just picked her up and kept on walking right to her bathroom.
“Reed, what—”
“Shh,” I replied, setting her on her feet, so I could reach into her shower and turn on the water. I rinsed my hands off under the warming spray.
My adrenaline was flowing. I was amped just like after a fight in the ring. This one was different. I didn’t have to go five rounds, and there had been no rules.
I’d won. Again.
This time, the prize was more than cash.
It was Harper’s freedom.
Reaching behind my neck, I tugged off my t-shirt, used it to wipe my hands dry. I checked my knuckles and saw that the little bit of Cam’s blood that had been on them was gone. Only then did I drop the shirt t
