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Harper came awake slowly, as though caught in the thin, glittering fabric of a deep and hauntingly beautiful dream. She had lain in Seth’s arms as they had spoken of the stars and the secrets they held for their futures. Seth had seen her for who she was, as both a woman and an inventor. She wasn’t broken; she wasn’t damaged. With him, she was just herself.
She stirred, and the tendrils of the dream fell away. She stared in confusion at the room around her. She was in a bedroom, lying on a large bed, the fluffy white comforter a gentle contrast to the robin’s-egg-blue walls. She peeled the comforter away and saw she was still in her pajamas. Pain flared in her skull, no doubt a reaction to the sedative Seth had given her, and she whimpered as everything came rushing back.
The fight,
