Hold Me, Then Hurt Me
Clara appeared in the doorway, clinging to Rocco's arm, her face a mask of a frightened little rabbit.
"Oh, Harper, what are you doing here?"
She shrank into Rocco's embrace, her voice trembling. "Rocco, I told you she would be angry if we accidentally broke something..."
Rocco frowned, his gaze sweeping over the mess on the floor before settling on my expressionless face.
He stroked Clara's back to comfort her, then turned to me with an apologetic look. "Harper, I'm really sorry."
His voice was as gentle as if he were soothing an injured child.
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