Harper’s POV
I take several deep breaths, picking damp pieces of hair off my forehead before I let my hands hover over my injuries. I was hoping to not need to heal myself so soon, but I’m not about to spend the rest of the night feeling dizzy and achy.
Once I’m healed, I move to the door but pause before I can open it.
Did Lucas leave or is he still out there?
My heart skips a beat in my chest, and I have to hold back the hope that he’s still here. It’s insane to actually want to be around someone who treated me the way Lucas did, but I can’t help myself. When I’m with him, I feel safe and after being attacked, I could really use some comfort.
But if I just let him in, will he think that I’ve forgiven and forgotten about what happened?
I don’t want that.
Sighing, I turn the k
