Chapter 25 HARPER

“Tyler—” I gasped, choking on the force of his grip. Pain shot up my spine, my eyes watering from impact.

“Guessing?” he snapped, his fingers tightening around my arm. “You’re guessing?”

“I-I was just trying—”

“That’s the fucking problem, Harper. I don’t need you trying, I need you to be sure of ...

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