Chapter 94
Harper had barely touched her dinner.
She sat at the table with her good hand wrapped around her fork, staring at the plate in front of her while the others talked quietly around her.
She was still furious.
It sat underneath her skin, making her jaw ache from how tightly she kept it clenched.
Sage had told her everything and Harper still couldn't wrap her mind around it.
Damien, the drug and the assault.
The way Sage had begged the people she loved for help and had been pushed back toward the very man she was terrified of.
Harper's stomach twisted every time she remembered it. She stabbed a piece of chicken.
Then another and another. Sage finally looked at her.
"Harper, if you keep stabbing that chicken like that, you're going to end up murdering your dinner."
Harper
