LOGINThe house is still mostly empty. With bare walls, uncovered windows, and the faint scent of fresh wood and plaster in the air, but I’ve never loved a place more.Sunlight spills across the light oak floorboards, warming the space like it’s already lived in. There’s no furniture yet, just a few unpac
** Harper’s POV **Back at our apartment on the military base, I start to pack up our few belongings. It feels surreal that we will be back at the academy by evening. Although our academy apartment is so much nicer, I’m still kind of sad to say goodbye to this place. We may not have been here long,
**Harper’s POV **We pick our way back through the decaying house, and I hope I never have to step foot in a place like this again.The air is thick with the scent of mould and blood, and just ahead, I see the rectangle of light that is our freedom. The open doorway, where there’s fresh air. I’m abo
** Harper’s POV **“Your fear doesn’t justify the blood you spilled,” I say, stepping forward, voice steady even though my hands are shaking. “You tried to erase people to fix a mistake you made, but we are not your mistake.”“You don’t understand,” he says weakly.“I understand more than you think,
** Harper’s POV **“How are you alive? Didn’t you die like hundreds of years ago?” Finn asks.“I did,” Elias nods. “They executed me for my actions, and it was just. I was messing with things I never should have touched, but the damage was already done. When they found me and took all my research, i
** Harper’s POV **“Is this our location?” Deacon asks, stepping up to study the screen.“That’s where I saw him. He’s bleeding, weak, and alone. This is our chance to finish this,” I say.Finley, Luke and a few of Raff’s men than have filed in step up to study the screen. Getting a good look at the
** Harper’s POV **Raff doesn’t go easy on us.He never has, but today feels personal. Like he’s testing something more than just our reflexes. Or maybe he just wants to see what we’re made of.“Again,” he barks, and I’m already dodging Archie as he lunges at me.I throw a low punch. Archie catches
** 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
** Harper’s POV **Knox came home late that night.I didn’t hear him come in, just woke up when the bed shifted as he climbed in. The bond felt warmer with him near and the connection that hadn’t been there when I fell asleep quickly soothed me back under.By the time the sun came up, he was gone ag







