Chapter Twenty-One
In the next few hours the landscape of my room changes drastically. Christopher insists that Harper leave the motel. Any of the ritzy hotels will suffice. Harper wants me to come with her, but I decline for the same reason that I wouldn’t go with Justin. I want to survive on my own, however painful it is. And it’s pretty painful watching my friend pack her stuff.
“Come with me,” she says again, eyes imploring.
“I think you just want me as a shield,” I tease her. “I don’t think Christopher’s that bad.”
“Um, whose side are you on? He’s awful. And I wouldn’t turn down a shield. Or an entire fortress and drawbridge even. But I want you to come because you’re my friend.”
Impulsively I reach for her, enclosing her slender frame in my arms. “It’s good he came for you. You
