Harper’s POV
“Is there anything you remember from that night?” Lucas asks as I fit the blood pressure cuff around his arm.
Keep quiet, or you’ll regret it.
That’s what the note that I found on my floor this morning said. It was accompanied by a picture of me, beaten and bloody on the floor.
I keep my mouth shut. While, at one point, I might have thought my life was ending early, I’d rather not have it actually happen, especially at the hands of Sierra. I would rather march straight into the forest and let a rogue maul me to death.
“Harper, I can’t find this guy if you don’t tell me anything,” Lucas huffs, staring down at me. I can feel Mason watching me, too, from the other side of Lucas’s office. I continue squeezing the pump for the blood pressure cuff while biting my tongue.
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