Chapter 185

• Harper’s POV
• Everything inside me is frozen. My feet won’t move, my breath won’t come, and my mind keeps looping the same shattered second, Mark reaching for me, Theo’s body colliding with his, the sickening sound of the blade piercing flesh, and then... all that blood. So much blood.
• Theo stands over Mark now, the knife slipping from his fingers, his chest heaving with the kind of exhaustion that goes beyond the body. It’s in his bones. In his eyes. In the way he sways as he turns to look at me.