“Are you okay? Did you hit your head somewhere last night? Why is she controlling you like that? Why are you letting her speak to you that way? It disgusts me.”
Harper forced a smile. “I told you. I'm just not in a good mood this morning.”
Sage shook her head. “That's not a bad mood.”
“Yes, it is.”
“No!”
Harper finally looked at her and Sage's eyes were already getting wet. That was exactly what Harper had been trying to avoid.
She knew Sage.
If she told her the truth right now, Sage would spend the entire day blaming herself, panicking about Harper, worrying about the Russian biker, and probably trying to confront Vivienne herself.
Harper couldn't do that to her.
Not after everything Sage had already survived. So she reached out and squeezed Sage's hand.
“I'm fine…I promise.”
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