Chapter 72

Harper’s POV

I’m not sure about staying here. The thought of sleeping in someone else’s house, under their rules, with my world unraveling piece by piece, it tightens something in my chest. But I’m not ready to fight about it, either. I don’t have the energy. Not tonight.

Nathan leans forward, his voice steady but pointed. “Who got the payment?”

I open my mouth to answer, but my attention falters when I notice Theo staring out the window like something deeply fascinating is happening outside. His gaze is sharp, intense, like he’s watching an invisible play unfold just beyond the glass.

It draws all of us for a second, the silence stretching.

Nathan groans under his breath. “Of course. You know the answer, don’t you?” His eyes narrow. “Go on then, smartass.”