Harley is traveling.
Harley is just… gone.
I huff out a weak breath.
Yeah.
That sounds about right.
Still…
A small, stupid part of me wonders if anyone would care.
If anyone would look for me.
If—
“Move.”
The guard shoves me forward again.
I stumble slightly, barely catching myself.
My stomach twists painfully.
Everything feels unreal.
Like I’m stuck in some nightmare I can’t wake up from.
We turn another corner.
And then—
A voice. Male. Calm. Authoritative.
“Careful with him.”
I try to look up. Try to see who’s speaking.
But the lights overhead burn into my eyes, making it hard to focus.
And then—
Pain explodes through my stomach.
A sharp punch as the guard slams the gun into me. All the air rushes out of my lungs in a strangled gasp.
“Eyes down,” he snaps.
I double over slightly, coughing, my entire body tightening around the pain.
“Hey,” the other voice says sharply.
“Not too much.”
There’s a pause.
Then, colder—