Harper’s POV
I don’t know how silence can hurt, but it pierces my brain and makes my entire body ache.
Lifting my hands, I hold them close to the back of my head and let my healing magic work into the cut beneath my hair. I don’t use too much of my magic because I might need it later.
I sit back and stare at the cell door. One of the guards on duty walks by, sneers at me, then continues on his way. I glare at him, too. It’s all I can do. If I get too close to the bars, they shout at me, and I’ve had enough of that for today.
The ache in my chest starts up again, pulsing in time with the mark on my shoulder. I’m not sure why it’s acting up now, but I think it’s because of Lucas. Something about him going off on me and not believing me must be affecting the mark.
A door opening then
