Chapter 189
- Harper POV
- The siren screams overhead, but I barely hear it. I’m on chair beside his bed, leaning over him, one hand holding his while the other moves slowly through his hair, brushing it back from his forehead. His skin is warm, a little clammy, and slick with sweat and blood, but I don’t care. I need to feel him. I need the anchor of his pulse under my palm.
- He’s so still.