The harbinger thought herself untouchable because her anchor was a demon within Knox’s Force. “But would she really think she’d get away with this?” “I wondered if maybe Mona put them up to it,” said Khloë. Mona was not only Khloë’s opponent but a bitch who had a hard-on for Khloë simply because she’d once slept with a guy Mona liked.
“Mona’s little group attacked me in the restroom a few minutes ago.” Khloë had a tendency to get in deep shit. Peeking up at Harper through one eye, she said, “It wasn’t my fault.” Her clothes were torn and she was covered in bruises and scratches.
The small, olive-skinned girl’s attempt at a smile earned her a wince she put a hand up to her split, swollen lip. Stepping into the room, she came to an abrupt halt. Harper dashed down the corridor before reaching the door she was searching for. The doorman, who knew her family well, said, “Khloë’s in room twelve. Harper rushed to the end of the row, vaulted down the steps, and headed to the manned door that led backstage. “Khloë needs me for something.” Harper gave Ciaran her half-eaten hotdog for safekeeping, though they both knew he’d eat it. “Quickly.” With that, she ended the call. “I need you to come back here.” Pain dripped from her words, making Harper stiffen. “Shouldn’t you be immersing yourself in ‘your zone’?” teased Harper on answering. Hearing her cell phone ring, Harper fished it out of her pocket and frowned at the name on the screen. It was also scary, because nothing was impervious to the flames of hell. It was also believed that he had the ability to call on and control the flames of hell, which was extremely rare. There were many other rumors about Knox: that he was dangerous, calculated, notoriously sexual, and someone who lived by his own rules on his own schedule.
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