*Claire's point of view*I wasted no time as I drove back to the motel, my expression calm, almost bored, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. When I arrived, I stepped inside and moved with purpose. There was something I needed to handle.Harry.Inside the room, Harry sat hunched over, breathing heavily. His hands pressed against the wounds on his body, trying to slow the bleeding Adele had caused before she escaped. Deep claw marks stretched across his skin, angry and raw.He was too focused on the pain to notice much else. So when I walked in, he barely looked up. And he completely missed the gun hidden behind my back.“Harry?” I called as I stepped into the room, my voice light, almost playful.“In here, babe!” he shouted back.I rolled my eyes the moment I heard him. The word babe always sounded wrong coming from him. Still, by the time he turned to face me, my expression had already changed. A soft, practiced smile curved my lips, the kind that could make anyone drop
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