Red Arrow Roy Harper の小説・ストーリー

Then, I saw a flash of red in his eyes and went still. “He’s not safe.” Harper stomped over to me and growled at me. “Shut up, or I’m going to throw you off this truck.” My jaw dropped. “You—” He grabbed me and yanked me up. His eyes were filled with red light, but he looked more sad than angry. I shut my mouth and glared at him. He shoved me back and stood up, lifting his radio to his mouth and murmuring something into it.

Damon observed it, too. He has a lot of questions on his head on what could’ve happened. He was just declared as the winner of the combat, the worthy one to be a Redmayne’s mate, the one and only Lycan king who has proven himself in front of his people. Harper stood beside him and pulled out a towel. Speechless, she wiped the beads of sweat from his neck. “I’d like to say congratulations but I already saw this coming. You only gave half of the work.” – Harper said

They were nearing the end of the valley and yet they still hadn’t seen their scouts report back. They should have returned by now. Harper became even more alert as she drew her weapon and raised her shield. Just as they reached the end of the valley and the fog had begun to look they say a body strung up to a pole. Harper rushed forward only to find it was George’s body no longer alive he has a deep gash across his chest.

“Oh hey, Ryder. I didn’t know you were here.” “Hey.” Ryder replied easily. “It seems your friend here doesn’t want to attend to me.” Harper immediately turned toward me then sighed dramatically. “I’m so sorry about that. She can be a real pain sometimes.” “Harper.” “What?” She asked innocently. While Ryder looked far too pleased with himself. “I’ve noticed.” I narrowed my eyes on him. On both of them. Harper ignored me completely and set the tray down on the counter. “So,” she said, turning back to Ryder. “What can I get you?”

Harper looked devastated, her red hair tousled just enough to look like she’d been losing sleep. The headline scrolling at the bottom read: THE TRUTH BEHIND THE HAYES SCANDAL: AN EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW. "I can't keep quiet anymore," Harper’s voice came through the speakers, trembling and fragile. "Aria is my best friend, or she was. But I realized I was just a pawn in her game." The journalist leaned in, "Aria Monroe? The girl currently seen with Alexander Hayes? How were you a pawn, Miss Brown?" Harper took a shaky breath, looking down at her lap.

She did not have to wait long. Harper appeared from the stairwell. She was tall with lean muscles, and her blonde hair was let down in a wavy style. She was in the grey uniform of the Pack’s inner guard, and there was a knife at her hip and a scar close to her eyebrow that pulled when she smiled. And she was smiling. It was not a friendly smile. “Hello, Kayla,” Harper said, her voice low and smooth. “Good to see you, future Luna." Kayla straightened, lifting her chin. “Hi Harper.”

I am a man preparing for war, racing to catch an intruder in the act. I reach the door, a thin layer of moisture forming on my forehead. I grab the doorframe, stopping my momentum, and force myself to take a sharp, steadying breath before looking inside. All the furious, righteous anger drains from my body in a single second. Harper is sitting on the plush rug in the dead center of the floor. She is surrounded by a thick cashmere blanket, looking incredibly small and entirely fragile against the backdrop of the massive, meticulously designed room. She looks up at me as I fill the doorway, her beautiful green eyes completely bloodshot, heavy tears streaming rapidly down her pale cheeks.

Harper got out, phone in hand, and walked a short distance away. "Hey, Ryder," Harper said, her voice low and urgent. "I need a favor. I have a situation with Maya... Yeah, that's the one. I need someone to... take care of it. Discreetly." A pause, as Harper listened to the response. "I don't care what it takes, just make it happen. And keep me posted... No, I don't want to know the details. Just handle it." "Thanks, Ryder. I owe you one... Yeah, I will make it worth your while. Just get it done."

~ Harper’s POV ~ I checked out my red polo shirt, paired with black jeans and black combat boots. I had dressed somewhat similarly to Aiden's birthday party, which felt like a really long time ago. So much has changed since then. I had dressed up that day, as cringe-worthy as those sounds, for Zara because I knew exactly how I needed to dress up to turn her on. I loved how she made moony eyes at me whenever I was dressed up like this but her favorite color on me was black.