Carlos’s P.O.V.

Something was wrong.

Nope!

Everything was wrong.

I had seen Harley sad, angry, and furious. I had even seen her laugh until she cried, seen her exhausted, curled up against my chest with her breath evening out as sleep claimed her. Not to mention I had seen fear in her eyes, grief, and stubborn defiance too.

But this?

This was something strange! Her scariest expression ever. I didn't want to name it, but my instincts screamed that this was deliberate distance.

It felt like standing on solid ground and realizing too late that the earth beneath my feet was cracking open.

Harley stood on the balcony, her back...