HARLOW'S POV My father watched me beg for his best friend on live television and the first thing he said was, are you hurt. Not are you crazy. Not what have you done. Are you hurt.The TV kept playing behind him. My voice, soft and wrecked, filled the hospital room. Kael lunged for the remote and killed the screen. Silence crashed down hard.Julian did not look at Kael. He looked only at me, at the monitors taped to my chest, at the IV in my hand, at my stomach where his granddaughter was kicking like she knew something was wrong."Harlow," Julian said. His voice broke on my name. "Baby girl. Did he hurt you. Did he force you."Vanessa laughed from the hallway, handcuffed between the agents. "Oh please. Watch the tape again, Julian. She was begging him.""Shut her mouth," Kael snarled, stepping toward her."Kael, no," I said.He stopped, shaking with rage, fists clenched at his sides. He looked at my father like he expected a punch. Like he deserved one."Did you coerce my daughter,"
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