KAIA'S POV
I yanked Harold to his feet, ignoring his groans as he clutched his arm, and shoved him down the hall toward my room. At first, I was going to just throw him through the window, but then he complained about his waist, claiming I had either shifted or broken something when I landed on him, so he wasn’t in good enough shape to climb or jump.
So I had to lead him around through the main door and into the house. He stumbled with each step, but I didn’t slow or loosen my grip until we crossed the threshold. Then, with a final push, I sent him staggering inside.
“Sit,” I ordered.
Harold obeyed without hesitation, lowering himself onto the edge of my bed as if the mattress might spring up and bite him. His shoulders hunched, his hands fidgeting in his lap, and his eyes kept darting
