Lucas’s POV
I was almost unprepared for the intense wave of guilt that came flooding through the bond. It was more than enough to answer my question.
I studied the various expressions that crossed Harper’s face. At first, she was shocked; then her features creased to something resembling solemn understanding. But now...
Regret set in. Truthfully, I wanted to hear her say it.
“Tell me,” I said sternly.
All the defiance and rage behind her eyes had almost depleted. However, she curled her hand around my thick wrist and broke from my hold. “Yes, I did,” she admitted.
I instantly felt that previous wave of guilt become washed with uncertainty.
“I...I wasn’t even certain that that’s what I was doing,” she said. “All I was trying to do was focus on what that one captive was trying to
