Harper’s POV
Again, I’m pulled from sleep because I forgot to close the curtains. Sun shines into the room, dragging me from my blissful sleep like a parent waking their grumpy kid for school. Except, I’d love to leave, and I can’t.
Sitting up, I rub my tired eyes. The quiet wraps around me, telling me that I’m alone. Lucas’s room is empty, which is not how it was when I fell asleep. He sat near the door last night with the excuse of watching over me, and I let him.
I didn’t hear him leave, but I was dead asleep.
Last night was tense and tiring, and all I’d wanted to do was sleep once I got back to Lucas’s room. The danger, tension, and anger all wore me out, and yet, I slept much better than I ever thought I would.
I realize that I feel more rested than usual, and that unsettles
