Harper's POV
Harper stared at the man in the pool and forgot how to breathe.
For several seconds, her mind refused to make sense of what her eyes were seeing. The broken bottle was still in her hand, the jagged edge of the glass catching the warm light from the room, but she barely noticed it anymore. Her attention was fixed on the man lying half-submerged in the water, his body strangely still while thin red streams spread around him.
Then Harper looked down her bare feet were bleeding.
Pieces of the shattered bottle had scattered across the floor, and when she had stumbled backward, several of them had cut into the bottoms of her feet but she didn't feel the pain properly. Her entire body was shaking too hard.
"Oh my God," she whispered. The bottle slipped from her fingers as it hit
