Chapter 3

Harper blew a fortune getting Jeremy's lab off the ground.

She let him test his DIY drugs on actual people. Even backed his creepy electric shock "therapy."

Every time it blew up in his face, she swooped in and fixed it. Like she was proud of it.

What I didn't see coming? Her letting him do all that to me.

I didn't fight. I owed her. Or thought I did.

Maybe once this freak show ended, my tab would finally be cleared.

Jeremy broke the silence with a few loud slaps. Doctors stormed in with their gear.

Once everything was set, Jeremy slid his arm around Harper's.

"Harper, what if this flops?" he whined.

Harper's eyes wavered. She squeezed his hand, voice barely a whisper. "It won't. Let's go. They'll send the results later."

Inside, I was flat on a cold metal bed, staring at the ceiling while they strapped me down.

The lights smeared together. My thoughts started slipping away.

As the current cranked up, my body went dead, but my brain flickered back on in flashes.

Through the fog came the sound of chaos—metal clanging, people yelling.

"Shoot, you can't even control the voltage?"

Then the convulsions hit—sharp, brutal, unstoppable. Someone shouted, "Get him to emergency! We might still save him!"

I didn't fight. It felt like getting smashed over the head before everything went dark.

When I opened my eyes, I was somewhere new. Sterile, quiet—totally unfamiliar.

Before I could say a word, Jeremy's voice cut in from the side.

"You really made it, Zach. Here's your bonus for the effort."

He smirked, pulled out a crumpled bill, and dropped it next to my pillow.

Then he turned—and smacked right into Harper walking in. His smirk vanished. Head down, all fake remorse.

"It was my fault. I messed up. Zach blacked out. I already apologized."

Harper barely glanced at me before brushing her fingers along his cheek. "You didn't mean to. No need to say sorry."

Then she turned to me, a little too sweet. "The doctor said there's something wrong with your leg. Why didn't you tell me?"

I stayed silent.

While she was out watching fireworks with Jeremy, I'd blown up her phone with messages. Not a single reply.

Kenny tried to speak up, but Jeremy threw him a look and jumped in.

"My fault. Something went sideways during the experiment. I got swamped and forgot to mention Zach's leg."

Harper just smiled.

"How could I blame you? He's fine now, anyway."

I hadn't said a word, and she was already brushing it off like it didn't matter.

To shut Kenny up, Jeremy shoved him out the door.

Harper turned back with this fake-guilty smile.

"You've been stuck inside forever. Let's go out tonight. Celebrate a little."

Didn't ask if I wanted to. Just hauled me to some boutique and slapped a suit on the counter.

When she caught sight of the bruises on my back, her hand stopped midair.

She didn't say a word—just mumbled something and waited outside.

'What, feeling guilty now? Please. Everything I am now is because of her.'

At dinner, she barely looked up from her phone.

Halfway through, she hit the restroom—and vanished for over twenty minutes.

When she finally returned, she flagged down the waiter and jabbed a finger at the menu without even looking.

The guy froze. She'd pointed at the restaurant's address.

I grabbed the menu and quietly ordered for myself.

Right after the food hit the table, she shot up, grabbing her coat.

"Jeremy's getting harassed at a party. I've gotta go."