Harper's POV
After my failed escape, everything got harder.
I barely got five minutes alone in the bathroom before someone started pounding on the door or Mason let himself inside. Every breath I took, someone observed me, taking note of exactly how deep it was.
I expected Mason to completely let go of any boundaries he had left when it came to his anger, but he still had his moments of trying to love bomb me. He’d randomly show up with armloads of gift bags from designer stores or dozens of red roses, but I was uninterested in it all.
Usually when I didn’t react the way he wanted, that’s when he would get angry. But then, he’d be back and we’d do the whole song and dance over again.
“It’s time for dinner,” Mason said, stopping in front of me. I was curled up in the window seat wi
