CHAPTER 12

• Harley walked past the living room arch where he caught Penelope's attention almost instantly. It wasn't as though it was strange to her or anything, but the fact that Harley seemed to be releasing some toxic air into the atmosphere that sent shivers down her spine. She immediately jumped off the couch and made a beeline to the corridor where she spotted him walking towards the door with tensed shoulders and clenched fists.
• "Harley?" Penelope called, getting him to sigh out as he came to a stop and glanced over his shoulder to where she was standing. A frown made its way to her lips when she noticed he wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he was being bothered. In fact, the frown on his face was so visible and uncomfortable to look at since she had always seen him cheerful and happy all the time. "Is something wrong?" She asked as she kept her distance, trying to trigger him or anything of the sort before she could walk up to him. He shifted his gaze to the ground and clenched his jaw tightly, still feeling his throat pulse painfully from holding back is rage.
• "It's Hope." Harley said and Penelope could only take in a sharp breath at the mention of her name.