Chapter 90 – Harper’s Warning
Chapter 90 – Harper’s Warning
(Luca’s POV)
Harper didn’t knock.
The door swung open so hard it hit the wall, and she strode in like she’d been holding her breath since the moment I called her. Her hair was pulled into a messy knot, her sweatshirt looked slept in, and her eyes — sharp, dark, and wild — locked on me first, then Levi.
“Where is she?” The words cracked out of her like a whip.
Levi rose from the couch, hands raised in a useless attempt at calming her. “We don’t—”
“You don’t know?” Her voice climbed, incredulous. “You’re telling me you had her in your care, you were supposed to be keeping her safe, and you lost her?”
Something in me bristled, but I forced my tone to stay even. “She wasn’t alone because of us. Someone knew her building, her security system, her schedule. This was planned.”
“That doesn’t make it better!” Harper snapped. She turned on Levi. “And you—what the hell were you doing that was more important than staying with her?”
Levi’s jaw tightened. “A meeting. One she insisted we go to so she could have a night in her own place without us breathing down her neck.”
Harper’s expression faltered, just for a second, but she pushed through it. “You should’ve ignored her. Eden’s pride is dangerous. You think I don’t know that? She’s been like that since we were kids — refusing help, hiding the worst of it so no one worries. That’s how she ends up in situations like this.”
Her voice cracked, and she turned away, pacing toward the window. “When she was with… him, she did the same thing. Pretended everything was fine until it wasn’t. And when it wasn’t, it was bad. I told her to stay away. I told her he’d find a way to hurt her again.”
Levi and I exchanged a glance, but we stayed quiet. She didn’t notice.
“He’s the kind of man who makes you feel like you owe him for breathing his air,” she continued, her hands curling into fists. “And if he’s the one who took her, he won’t stop until he’s decided she’s his again.”
I stepped closer. “Do you have a name?”
Her eyes flicked to me, guarded. “Not yet. But you’ll know it soon enough. And when you do, you better pray you find her before I do, because I won’t be as careful.”
The room went silent, her words hanging heavy between us.
Finally, she looked between me and Levi, her voice low and steady. “Bring my sister back alive. Bring her back whole. Or don’t bother coming back at all.”
She walked out before either of us could answer, the door slamming hard enough to rattle the frame.
Levi let out a long breath. “She’s going to be trouble.”
“Good,” I said, staring at the closed door. “We’re going to need all the trouble we can get.”