** Harper’s POV **Knox has been gone an hour, but it feels like a lifetime.I’m curled up on the couch with a textbook I’ve been pretending to read for the last twenty minutes. The words just won’t sink in. My thoughts keep drifting back to Knox and what might be happening right now. What could hap
**Harper’s POV **When the knock lands on the door, I already know who it is.I don’t have a vision, not exactly, but a rush of something familiar and safe tells me my parents are near.I open the door to find all six of my parents outside. Their expressions vary from worried to amused. I guess they
** Knox’s POV **I don’t want to sit in the living room sipping coffee like my identity isn’t disappearing in front of me. I want to go out into the woods. Not far. Just enough that I can’t hear the low hum of voices anymore, just enough that the cool wind can hit my face and I can process all this
** Harper’s POV **My heat has finally passed. I’m equally happy and sad about it. Having that excuse to cut ourselves off from the world and just be together as a group had been wonderful.Now we have to face reality, though. If we want a safe future together, then we have to work for it.My skin n
** Harper’s POV **The bath water is almost too hot, but I don’t care. I feel like I need sanitising after being back in those tunnels, even if I hadn’t physically been there. I still feel like the musty scent is clinging to me.I tip my head back against the edge of the tub and let out a long breat
** Finley’s POV **I lean back on the coffee table and try not to say anything wildly inappropriate. Which, for me, is harder than it should be.There’s just something about being surrounded by this much tension. Like actual, legitimate tension, not just the kind I stir up for fun, that makes my bra