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
** Dillon’s POV **I don’t even realise I’ve stopped breathing until Harper says his name. It falls from her lips like a prayer as she tips her head up and closes her eyes.He’s here, right now, touching her right in front of me. I wish I could see him too, speak to him. I lace my fingers with hers.
** Knox’s POV **I wake up with Harper still sleeping on me. Since when can I sleep?I haven’t slept since… I died.Everything is… louder.The hum of the fridge. The ticking of a clock. The rise and fall of Harper’s breath against my chest.Then there’s her scent. I inhale deeply and it nearly buckl
** Harper’s POV **The air is damp and thick with the scent of rot and dirt and my heart skips a beat…Please no.Not here.I spin in place, my breath catching in my throat as the familiar, suffocating walls of the tunnels close in. Water drips somewhere in the distance. The floor beneath my bare fe
** Dillon’s POV **The room is too quiet.My bond group is struggling, although none of us will admit it. We’re exhausted after feeding Harper and Knox our energy. I had slept for about an hour after sharing my energy with them.Dot reminds me of a fly, but not in the annoying way. Just in the way s







