Chapter 93
Harper was pacing.
That alone was enough to tell Sage that something was seriously wrong.
Harper was usually incapable of staying in one place for more than thirty seconds. She moved when she talked, gestured when she complained, wandered into kitchens she had no business entering, and somehow managed to insult people from across an entire room.
But this was different because she was furious.
Her injured arm was strapped against her body, her hair was still slightly messy from the accident, and the hospital band around her wrist kept sliding down as she paced from one end of the room to the other.
"Are they all completely out of their minds in this mansion?" she demanded, turning around so sharply that the loose hem of her shirt swung behind her. "How can a house full of s
