a

at the Moon Goddess's altar, his mouth moving in s

er leaves behind. He had untied me sometime in the early morning, lik

stranger. Pale skin, dark circles under eyes that used

stairs. I n

was cooking. Bacon, eggs, pancak

pancake. He sounded cheerful. M

ped, leaning against th

up. "It's for Brooke. She's having a ha

nd. "I have a hole in my stomach, Harris

Ava! Brooke is a Seer! Her mind is fragile. The trauma b

set," I said. "

ult," he muttered

ing?" I asked, tho

," he said. "I need to be close

hall. So he could he

hen door swung open

-shirts. My stomach lurched. That was my fa

and fake. She brought a hand to her mou

the shir

instant, practiced tears. "Harrison... I didn't

soothed her, glaring at me. "I

e on, let's go eat on the patio. Th

o demanded strength, waiting hand and foot

door. "Get dressed. Something nice. We'

ed. "Th

he man I used to love appearing. "We need to talk. To fix this. I kn

eart sparked. Maybe he realized.

" I wh

keup to hide the pallor of my skin. I bandaged

my heart fluttering with

Harrison's yacht, b

king handsome in his deck shoes and l

k beauti

boat. For a second, just a second, I felt

the car door

urn

e was wearing a bikini top and a shee

waved, bouncin

at Harrison. "Yo

g it awkward. "Her car wouldn't start. She was afraid to be alone at the Pack House b

pped back. "She's c

ding exercise," Harrison said, his vo

arrison's. "Thanks for letting me tag along, Harry

he called

d at the water. I should have

pushed against my mi

epped onto the deck, feeling like I

ome fun!" Bro

ssively on the small of her back. I stood there, the third wheel i