Harriet’s POV
The room was small, cluttered, and smelled like it hadn't been aired out in years. Dust clung to every surface, and the faint glow of the city’s distant lights seeped through the cracked curtains, casting long shadows across the battered furniture. I sank onto the edge of the bed, feeling the uneven springs creak beneath me. My mind was racing, trying to piece together everything that had happened—everything I’d felt.
The glow. The power. The anger, the fear, the confusion. I pressed my palms into my eyes, trying to block out the chaos swirling inside me. It was like a storm that refused to calm, each thunderclap echoing with questions I couldn’t answer.
Gino sat quietly beside me, his presence a fragile anchor in this storm. His hand rested softly on my knee, warm and st
