Harlow Pov
I couldn't see Torin.
My hands gripped the blinds so hard my knuckles ached. Dozens of bikers were killing their engines in the yard while some of them were helping injured men off the backs of their bikes. There was blood. There was soot staining their
leather cuts. But the custom-built black chopper that belonged to the President was nowhere in sight.
"Harlow," Piper whispered, standing right behind me.
"He's not there," I breathed out, stepping back from the window. My legs felt extremely heavy. The panic I had been holding back for the last three hours finally broke loose, flooding my veins. "Piper, he's not there."
I didn't wait for her to answer; I spun around, ran to the bedroom door, and ripped the lock back, throwing the door open. Dex was still standing there, bu
