Harley’s P.O.V.

Derek’s voice followed me, clinging like smoke. But I kept walking, chin high, heart cold. I remembered the way he sneered, the way he spat out insults about Carlos like they were facts carved in stone.

The things he had said weren’t just offensive; they were unforgivable. Derek had mocked the only man who ever stood up for me. I could never hear any bad words about him.

So, I didn’t owe a second of time to Derek now!

However, that stubborn man flashed in front of me, appearing too suddenly like a ghost. I froze, my breath catching in irritation more than shock.

“Please, Whisker.” He spoke...