Harper’s POV
This was a very, very bad idea.
Why on earth was this sudden impulse directing me down to the dungeons?
I couldn’t make sense of it. In the few seconds where I stood frozen in front of the door, I seriously contemplated my next actions.
My hand hovered over the doorknob, while every nerve in my body was telling me to turn away. But I couldn’t. This inner feeling that didn’t belong to me was practically shouting at me to open the door and march down the stairs.
It wanted me to confront someone. But who? The only people that were down there were the captives, and I wasn’t in any position to openly speak with any of them. However, this thriving impulse in the back of my mind was telling me otherwise.
I needed to do this...Someone needed me...I have to go...
Lucas had
