Harley - POV
"What are you doing?" I asked, trying not to choke on my fear as his eyes bore into mine. "Get out of here," I hissed. He blinked at me and snapped out of his stupor.
"You are my mate; why do I feel the pull?" he hissed and asked.
"I am not your mate at all. Step away from me," I growled.
"Larissa, wake up." Reynold looked at me with worry, unsure why he had the expression. I realized I was dreaming and breathed a sigh of relief. I checked the clock; it was already late, and I should have been at the clinic by now.
"You were gone for an entire week," I asked Reynolds as I rolled out of bed.
"I had to monitor someone," Reynolds replied irritably.
"Who?" I asked.
"Confidential business," he smirked. I rolled my eyes.
"You unlocked the door and walked in to wake me up,"
