Harper’s POV
After a quick breakfast, I duck into my small office. My body aches from last night’s events and the lack of sleep. Every time I fell asleep, Lucas plagued my dreams.
Golden eyes followed me through darkness, calloused hands held me against a wall, and teeth scraped against my neck. After waking up three times from the constant replay my mind was sending through my dreams, I couldn’t take it.
So, I got ready for the day, prayed that I wouldn’t run into Lucas, and rushed down to the dining hall for breakfast. Two bagels, some sausage, and a glass or orange juice later, I finally turn the lock and fall into the chair behind my desk.
I nibble on the granola bar I snagged from the kitchen and hide. I don’t want to see Lucas. Honestly, I don’t know what will happen when I se
