"I don't understand why you're angry at me!" Harper argued while taking off her clothes. There was a growing pain in her heart that she couldn't chase away. "What have I done?!"
Saint didn't reply, and Harper grew sadder.
Her friends were sleeping in the room next to theirs. Harper deemed them safe since Saint had spread vines over the entire castle. He had grown in strength from having s*x with Harper.
"Will you stop ignoring me?" Harper looked up again. "And please don't be angry at me! I haven't done anything!"
"I'm not angry at you!" Saint threw down his suit over the couch and was panting from anger and frustration. "But I'm not bulletproof, Harper..."
"And I can't read minds, so please tell me why you're so upset!"
"Tanja..." Saint's eyebrows furrowed in misery. His voice was
