Harper! Harper! Answer me.
If Knox would just shut the fuck up and let Harper sleep, that would be great. Her head felt heavy and her limbs were like noodles.
Harper! Wake up, baby. His voice had softened slightly, sounded almost…desperate. That made no sense. I need you to wake up.
Trying to sleep here, she grumbled.
A vibe of relief stroked the edges of her mind. Tell me where you are, baby. I can't find you until I know where you are.
His anxiety made her frown. Knox was never anything but composed. Why are you so—?
Memories suddenly flashed before her…Isla biting her. Tanner carrying her outside. Being surrounded in an alley. Darkness closing in.
Harper snapped to alertness, forcing her eyes open as she tried to bolt upright. Well, shit.
What?
