~Harlow’s Point of View~
Suddenly all I can think about is getting to headquarters, getting answers from River or someone. And I have to come clean, I have to--
No. No, no. The bar! I need to go by the bar and demand answers. That's my first priority.
“And you? You’re Harlow,” the giant mountain of a male shouts, making me jerk upright in full attention. Because well, he sounds like he should have a whistle and be yelling at me to do push ups.
The few close by practically part in unison as he stalks toward me. I gulp and push myself off the table and to my feet.
“Uhm, yes,” I say, tentatively.
“In private, now,” he snaps, making me jump. Out of nowhere, Penelope seems to appear, and I swear she hadn’t been there before.
“I’ll go with you. Because… of course you’ll need someone you
