Jack’s POV
The weeks turn into months, passing by in a blurry, miserable, confused haze of bitterness, loneliness, and self-loathing. Every morning I wake up, I make a mental note of exactly how many days are left until Harper is gone from my life forever. Forty-six. Thirty-three. Twenty. Ten.
And then, this morning. Two.
Two days. Forty-eight hours until the very possibility of my ever seeing Harper again is ripped away from me by the cold, hard fate that has taunted me for most of my life.
The Fated Fire Princess, they call her.
I really hate fate.
I want to go to her, of course. If just to say goodbye. I should have done it a month ago, or two months ago, or even six—the day I came to see her—the day she was shot. I should have done it early enough to give her time to refocus o
