Chapter 145
Harper woke up with a headache so brutal that the first thing she did was groan into the pillow.
Her mouth felt dry, her stomach was rolling, and there was a steady pounding behind her eyes that made opening them feel like a personal attack. She squeezed them shut again and stayed still for several seconds, hoping the room would stop spinning.
It didn't.
“Damn it,” she muttered, pressing the heel of her hand against her forehead.
She finally forced her eyes open and the ceiling wasn't hers.
Harper frowned.
She turned her head slowly, immediately regretting the movement when another wave of pain shot through her skull. The room was unfamiliar, although it still had that unmistakable Reapers' mansion feel—dark furniture, heavy curtains, a motorcycle helmet sitting on a dre
