Harper’s POV
Lucas traced us back to the house and brought us straight to our bedroom. I wish I could have stopped my excessive shaking, but it was no use.
My mind felt like it had become locked in an ongoing loop of distorted, horrifying images. It replayed my encounter with Calix like some sort of sick form of torture. The physical look of his unnatural appearance would haunt my mind for countless nights.
I tried to absorb as much of Lucas’s warmth as my body would allow. I felt his hold on me tighten as though he was trying to knock the icy chill from my bones.
I barely registered the time it took us to reach our room between my vision growing spotty and my mental state growing foggier by the second.
My God...Had Calix done something to me before leaving?
How the hell had I b
