Dash’s POV
We stand there in silence for what feels like an eternity. As paralyzed as Harley looked after they made the cut, that’s how I feel now.
They’re my parents. My f*****g parents.
And they just threatened to murder me and everyone I love.
Everyone I love...
The word reminds me that the person I love the most is in even more pain than me, and I sink down to the ground beside her, taking her in my arms again.
“You’re okay,” I whisper to her. “Harley, please. Look at me.”
For the first time since she made the cut, she does look at me—but I almost wish she didn’t.
Those beautiful, moonlight eyes of her are a million miles away, and more haunted than I’ve ever seen them. She’s terrified.
He’s in her head.
“You’re stronger than him,” I tell her, taking her face in my hands
