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Sef stared at the monitors inside his office in guardian headquarters. He’d spent the last hour watching the private security feed to his residence, keeping an eye on Harper. The way they’d left things—her crying, him feeling like a villain—the entire situation had left a raw, bitter taste in his mouth. So he’d decided to check on her and ended up suffering right along with her.
Harper hadn’t moved from his bed. She just lay there, crying into her pillow. The sight of her in such pain was tearing him apart. He would rather have faced a hundred resistance fighters armed to the teeth with Krinar weaponry than see her like this.
But what else could he do? He had his duty, and protocol had to be observed. He couldn’t just let her roam free in the Center until he was certain she wouldn’t
