Chapter Twenty
It takes a few taut minutes to convince Will that these guys aren’t going to hurt us. At least, not physically. Both of them have the power to wreck us emotionally, though Harper would swear that isn’t true. But she looks pale as Christopher demands to know why she didn’t return his calls.
“And why hasn’t your phone been on?”
Her eyes narrow. “How do you know it’s been off?”
“Because I had it traced,” he says flatly. “And there was no signal. None at all.”
“I can’t believe you had me tracked like an animal! And that’s why it was off. Because you’re insane.”
“I wouldn’t have to track you if you didn’t do this.” He makes a rough s***h with his hand.
“Do what?”
“Run off to the slums with your friend in some kind of psychotic sleepover.”
“Harsh,” I say, stung on her beh
