Harley’s P.O.V.

Why would he tell me that? That was something I couldn't put in words.

Like Henry kidnapped me with proper planning and was confident about the success of his plan. But still, he brought up this personal matter before anything else. I failed to understand his intention behind it.

So, I chose to remain silent, fidgeting with my sleeve. Aunt Freya also didn't press for answers. She was silent for a long time after that question, so long that the ticking of the antique clock on the wall began to feel loud, each second stretching thin with tension.

She didn’t look at me immediately. Her fingers traced the...