This story will follow Harper and Archer.
“Get out,” I told him.
“Are you going to come with me?” he asked calmly.
“I already gave you my answer!”
He shook his head.
“Are you going to come with me, sweet Harper, or am I going to have to take you with kicking and screaming? Because I promised you, I would,” he reminded me.
I walked closer and jabbed my finger into his chest.
“You don’t get to do anything to me! Or tell me what to do! I make my own choices, and I do not let myself be bullied, so you and my father, and my cousin, and whoever else out there who won’t leave me ALONE can go to hell!” I sneered angrily. “I am not leaving!”
“Is that your final answer?”
“Do I need to repeat myself?” I inquired, crossing my arms. “I. Am. Not. Leaving!”
He nodded slowly, then grabbed his ja
