HARRY'S POINT OF VIEW
I'd bitten my nails down to the skin.
Not nervously. Not absentmindedly. I’d done it on purpose, over and over, like the pain might keep my thoughts in line. My fingers throbbed, raw and ugly, but I barely noticed anymore. I kept my hands close to my mouth anyway, teeth worrying at what was left, eyes unfocused, stuck somewhere far behind my skull.
He’ll be home in a moment. That was what my Beta had said earlier. Short. Careful. Like he didn’t want to say too much through the link. Like the words themselves were dangerous.
Xavier had news about Ava that alone had ruined the entire day.
I’d been waiting since morning. Sitting at my desk, then pacing the room, then sitting again because my legs wouldn’t stop shaking. I checked the time more than I could count. Ev
