Jane Harper The Survivors Novels & Stories

Harper said as she brought her hand to her forehead and swayed a little. I position myself behind Harper to steady her as she appears overwhelmed and pale. Reflecting, I wonder if I should have approached the situation differently. It has been two weeks since Tambre shared the news about her uncle and aunts with Harper and me. Both Tambre and I had promised Harper that we would do everything possible to locate them. Using the information provided by Tambre, I had hired one of my best friends, Travis, who is a detective, to track them down. My hopes were for them to be found in time so they could make it to our wedding, which is fast approaching. Travis had found them within four days. The su

I asked timidly. “Yeah, may I ask who’s speaking?” Peter asked. “It’s Harper Saunders” “One moment Ma’am. Janice! Phone! It’s Harper” I heard him call out to Janice. “HARPER!” Janice squealed as she picked up the receiver, “Honey, it’s been so long! How are you?” “I’m good,” I said. “No really, how are you? Gabe told me you had surgery” she said. Stunned, I was at a loss for words.

Lilian started weeping as she pulled Steven into her eyes. “Daddy, you can’t leave us!” Bella cried. Steven lifted his hand to her face. Then, it dropped, leaving a smear of blood. Not once did any of them look at me. The sound of gunshots and orders filled the air and the truck that had been carrying Harper came back around. “Who’s hurt?” Harper asked, jumping down from the truck. I glared at him. “You shot me!” Harper looked at me, then my shoulder. “If I had shot you, you wouldn’t be alive.”

My screams swallowed by silence. She gasped so hard I thought she’d choke. “Jesus Christ, Harper!” I nodded, eyes blurry. “Yeah. Rowan moved me here. Cameras, guards, new locks, Santiago. He won’t let me be unprotected, not even for a second.” She pulled her hands free, but only to wrap them around me, hugging me so tight I felt my ribs ache. “My Blue,” she whispered, voice trembling. “You survived all that alone?” I shook my head against her shoulder. “Not alone. Not anymore.”

"How can you be so selfish? The bunker was built with money we all put in! What right do you have to take it all for yourself? Come out and get us! Now!" I let out a soft laugh. "Why the rush? The safe's key and the address of the bunker are both inside. And the password—you already know it, don't you?" From the other end came frantic rummaging sounds, mixed with barely restrained delight. "Found it! We found it!" Leisurely, I leaned back on the sofa and switched to the surveillance feed of the safe. I watched as the three of them crowded around the safe, entering the password. Their faces bloomed with the wild joy of survivors spared from disaster.

Whether I had to go for help or wait it out, it'd be safer. I still got in the car with them because I had questions. Last time, after I died, my consciousness just... drifted. I saw Lana show up with the rescue team to collect my body. She looked wrecked—but I heard her whisper to Felix, "Thank God." Right up until I faded out, I never understood why. This time, I would. "Alright, everyone—let's crank it!" Felix shouted, and harsh DJ music exploded through the car. Vincent and Donelia got excited instantly.

A long moment later, he pulls back enough to stare straight into my eyes, and I am shocked to find my tears mirrored in his. As I open my mouth to ask him why, Ruiz comes running down the hall, gun drawn with a team of agents at his back. And Harper wrapped in a blanket, brings up the rear with her hair matted, cheeks smudged, ankles and wrists bruised and screaming red. “Oh my God! Are you all right?” I ask my friend. Harper nods mutely, shivering. There is no way I cannot hug her. Harper sobs on my shoulder, and I let her cling. No doubt, my friend has been through a terrible ordeal, but I vow to be with her during every step of her recovery, both mentally and physically.

how he grabbed her hair, yanked her head back so hard she thought her neck would snap, how she hit him with the plank in pure self defense because she thought he was going to kill her right there, how he fell, the blood started pooling under his head on the kitchen floor, how she panicked, ran out of that house into the darkness, how she got hit by a car on that empty Montana highway while my name was flashing on her phone screen over and over, how she woke up tied to a chair in some basement she didn't recognize, how the man told her he was going to sell her like property, how she managed to grab his gun during a moment when he was drunk, careless, how she shot him because it was the only w

Even though he is on her mind, even though she wishes to save him, even though she wishes to see him one more time, there is nothing she can do and she hates that she is helpless. “For how long will you keep standing there?” Amber escaped from her thoughts and moved her eyes to look at Harper who was at the front, staring at the waters. After she left Hazel’s place, she went to Harper’s room but could not find her there and the only place she could think of was where she was now. Harper never left after gathering her mother’s ashes. She stayed back, alone. She moved her feet, raising sand as she walked and she went to sit beside her where they both stared at the waters.

“There are things you don’t know. Things I wasn’t allowed to tell you. But everything I’ve done since—every step—it’s been to keep you safe.” Jax barked a humorless laugh. “Safe? She’s standing on a blood-soaked pier with guns at her head because of you.” Harper’s laugh cut through the storm, ragged but still mocking despite the blood seeping through his sleeve. “Oh, I could watch this all night. Nothing sweeter than two dogs tearing each other apart over a bone.” He gestured at Sienna, his grin dripping malice. “And what a pretty bone she is.” Rage ignited hot in Jax’s eyes. He lunged a step toward Harper, knife raised—