HARPER'S POV
I sit on my bunk, legs dangling off the side, trying not to look like I'm about to explode. My fingers keep tapping against my thigh like they've got a mind of their own. Everyone else in the barracks is either asleep or too tired to care what I'm doing. Good.
The small device in my palm buzzes once. That is the signal I have been waiting for
She is here.
The witch.
I shove the thing into my pocket, heart racing, and glance around. No one is watching, especially Asher, thank the goddess. I grab my hoodie from the hook, slide it over my head, and pull the hood low. I move quietly, slowly like I've done this a million times. My boots barely make a sound against the old wood floors.
I peek toward Asher's bunk. His back turned. Good. I wait... another second...
