HARPER'S POV
I held myself from breaking into a sad grin. We were not just mates. We shared slightly the same fate. My mother had died in a swaddle of misfortune, and my father had slumped into the eerie hands of oblivion.
“Joining the enforcers is one hell of a huge distraction.” She pushed herself up, and crossed one leg over the other. “Perhaps, even proud that I get to be part of the elites.” Ella had managed to utter each word with steadiness. But, uncertainty still dripped from them.
Suddenly, I felt the instant urge to make it up to her. To please the pent-up tension that wound its way and settled on her face. That perfectly built face.
I cleared my throat. And out of the corner of my eyes, I saw her tilt her head to stare at me. Another round of silence descended in the air
