Rhys Waversea has decided where his loyalties lie, and Clayton Michaels couldn’t agree more.
She’s gone, and it’s killing me. One minute Harper was here, biting back with that sharp tongue and soft heart, and the next, she vanished without a trace. No messages. No leads.
Just a silence loud enough to drown me. I’ve searched every inch of Waversea. Questioned every name on her schedule.
Even dragged Rhys into the same room more than once, which should tell you just how far I’m willing to go. Because we both know this wasn’t random. Someone has taken her. Someone planned this.
They think we’re too distracted, too broken, too busy tearing each other apart to notice she’s missing. But they don’t know Harper is ours. She belongs to us, and we’re coming for her.
