8
For most of the night, Harlow struggled to sleep. Ryske and Ophelia were in the room next to hers. Their headboards shared a wall. Her love was right there… with another woman.
It wasn’t fear the headboard could start banging that kept her awake. Ryske didn’t want to be intimate with his fake fiancée; Harlow was positive of that. The pair were alone, in private. That was the problem. Any information they shared, any conversation they had, could blow everything up.
Harlow wanted to be the one to tell him the truth of what happened the night Hagan died. Being stuck in her bedroom, so close to him, left her feeling helpless.
At around two thirty in the morning, voices carried through from the adjacent room. It was impossible to decipher the specifics of what was being said, but the tone
