Harper's POV
My heart almost jumped out of my mouth as I whipped my head around to face my father. His eyes were narrowed as they flickered between Damon and me. I could see the suspicion etched into his face.
Damon's hand was still on my thigh, with his grip firm and not moving. I could feel the warmth from his palm searing through my jeans, but right now, that was the last thing I needed. The heat that had spread across my face was not only because of Damon's touch but also from the rage boiling inside me. Everyone at this table had a hand in my mother's death. They killed her.
But I decided to play along with Damon, I needed him to believe that we had mutual feelings, that was my best option for now.
I forced a light and fake laugh, shoving Damon's hand away discreetly under the t
