Chapter 83

“Indie?” Harry had approached Indianna, and she hadn’t noticed him until he touched her arm.

She jumped in shock and glared at Greyson before looking up at Harry. “Harry, what is it?”

“Sorry to interrupt whatever clearly cheerful conversation you two were having,” he said sarcastically. “Can you do me a favor?”

“What do you need?”

“Can you sit with Brooklyn?” Harry looked unusually vulnerable, an emotion that Indianna very rarely saw from him. The only worries he had were about Brooklyn. Indianna couldn’t help but wonder what it was like only caring about a single person as strongly as he did. He wasn’t heartless—he cared about the pack, his friends, his family—but his feelings toward Brooklyn could never be beaten. He would drop anything and everything for her, and only her. “She’s… I don’t want her to be alone. She’s not talking to me, she’s not really doing anything. I’m going to gather some of her things to take, but I don’t want her by herself—”

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