Mag-log inHARLOW'S POV My father watched me beg for his best friend on live television and the first thing he said was, are you hurt. Not are you crazy. Not what have you done. Are you hurt.The TV kept playing behind him. My voice, soft and wrecked, filled the hospital room. Kael lunged for the remote and killed the screen. Silence crashed down hard.Julian did not look at Kael. He looked only at me, at the monitors taped to my chest, at the IV in my hand, at my stomach where his granddaughter was kicking like she knew something was wrong."Harlow," Julian said. His voice broke on my name. "Baby girl. Did he hurt you. Did he force you."Vanessa laughed from the hallway, handcuffed between the agents. "Oh please. Watch the tape again, Julian. She was begging him.""Shut her mouth," Kael snarled, stepping toward her."Kael, no," I said.He stopped, shaking with rage, fists clenched at his sides. He looked at my father like he expected a punch. Like he deserved one."Did you coerce my daughter,"
KAEL'S POV Vanessa Cole smiled at my fiancée like she had not just tried to poison our baby twelve hours ago. I moved before I thought, putting my body between Harlow and the door, the call button cord still wrapped around my fist."Get out," I said.Vanessa held up both hands, palms out, innocent. The volunteer badge on her blue dress said LINDA. "Relax, Kael. I am unarmed. I just want to talk.""You posted bail three hours ago," I said. "You broke into a maternity lockdown ward with a fake badge. That is stalking.""I walked in," Vanessa said, sweet. "Security is very sweet when you cry. I told them I was Harlow's sister." She looked past my shoulder. "Hi, honey. You look terrible. Pregnancy suits you though."Harlow's fingers dug into the back of my shirt. "What do you want, Vanessa.""Same thing I have always wanted," Vanessa said. "What is mine. You. The company. The name. My father should have had all of it twenty five years ago before Julian put a car around a tree and called
HARLOW'S POV The lights died and Kael's hand found my throat in the dark, not to hurt me, to keep me quiet. His mouth was at my ear before I could scream."Do not move," he breathed. "Do not make a sound."The monitor was dead too. No beeping. No green glow. Just black and the sound of my own heart hammering against my ribs.Somewhere down the hall a woman screamed. A baby cried. Shoes squeaked fast on linoleum."Kael," I whispered against his palm."Shh." His thumb stroked once over my pulse. "I have you."The emergency lights clicked on, low red, ugly. Enough to see his face inches from mine, jaw locked, eyes hard. He had something in his other hand. The call button cord Martinez had ripped out of the wall. He had wrapped it around his fist like a weapon.The room door was still shut. Locked."Mr. Hawthorne," the guard called through the intercom, voice staticky. "Generator kicked. We have thirty seconds till backup. Stay put."Kael did not answer. He did not move off me either. Hi
KAEL'S POV My best friend punched his son in front of my pregnant fiancée and all I could think about was getting Harlow's heart rate down. The monitor screamed loud enough to shake the walls and Martinez came through the door with security right behind her."Out," Martinez shouted. "Everybody out. Now."Julian stood over Marcus with his fist still clenched. Marcus was on the floor holding his jaw, blood on his lip."Do not touch him again," Harlow said from the bed. Her voice was thin but sharp.The monitor kept climbing. One forty. One fifty. Martinez shoved the oxygen mask over Harlow's face."Look at me, honey," Martinez said. "Breathe with me."Harlow's eyes found mine over the mask. I went to her, pushed past Julian, took her hand. Her fingers were ice."I am here," I said. "Right here."She squeezed once. The numbers started to fall. One forty five. One twenty. Ninety eight.Martinez exhaled. "Good.""Harlow, I am sorry," Marcus mumbled through a swelling lip. "Silas found me
HARLOW'S POV The phone kept ringing and I told Kael to let it ring and watch me flatline instead. I meant it. If he picked up that call and Silas hurt him because of me, I would never forgive myself, and I would never forgive my father either.Kael looked at me, then at Sage holding the screaming phone, then at Martinez trying to shove the oxygen mask back over my face. The monitor would not shut up. Thump thump thump, fast and wild."Answer it," Martinez snapped at Sage. "Or turn it off. You are spiking her heart rate.""It is Julian," Sage said. Her hand shook. "What do I do.""Give it to me," Kael said."No," I said. I ripped the mask off again. "Do not you dare.""Harlow, breathe," Martinez said.I breathed because the baby needed it. Kael took the phone from Sage anyway. He did not answer right away. He stared at the screen where my father's name flashed. Julian Vance.The ringing stopped. A text popped up on Sage's lock screen. I saw it upside down.PICK UP OR SHE DIES IN THAT
KAEL'S POV The cop asked me if I wanted to press charges while my fiancée still had my taste on her mouth. I said yes. Then I asked him to get out of my hospital room so I could clean her up properly.Martinez did not leave. She crossed her arms and stared at the monitor like it had personally offended her. "Mr. Hawthorne, her heart rate was one forty.""She was scared," I said.Harlow made a small choking sound from the bed. I did not look at her. If I looked at her I would smile, and smiling right now would get me thrown out."Scared," Martinez repeated. "Right. Scared. That is what we are calling it.""Are you going to arrest me for kissing my wife," I asked."Fiancée," Harlow corrected, quiet."Same thing," I said.Martinez pointed at the IV pole. "That girl, Riley, or Vanessa, or whoever she is, was caught with a bag of pitocin in her pocket. You know what that does to a twenty week high risk pregnancy."My hands went cold. "No.""It induces labor," Harlow whispered. "It would h
HARLOW'S POV The holiday party was two weeks away.My mother had been calling me every day. What should she serve? Who should she invite? Should she put Kael on the guest list as my plus one or as Julian's business partner?I told her to put him as both. She laughed and said that would cause a sca
HARLOW'S POV The Grindstone felt different now. Before, it had been my escape. My place to hide from my father's expectations, from my failing grades, from the life I did not want. Now it was just a coffee shop. The same worn couches. The same sticky tables. The same bitter smell of old espresso
HARLOW'S POV The drive back to the penthouse was silent.Kael kept his eyes on the road. His hands gripped the steering wheel. I watched the city lights blur past the window and tried to breathe.My father had not thrown us out. He had not screamed. He had not disowned me.But he had looked at me
HARLOW'S POV I did not sleep on Saturday night.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my father's face. The way he would look at me when he found out. The disappointment. The anger. The betrayal.Kael held me. His arms were warm. His chest was steady. But even he could not calm the storm inside me."







