Harper was waiting for him in the hall, half-asleep. She hadn’t slept well in that chair, had probably only gathered about three hours of sleep from it. But she hadn’t left him.
“Well that was pointless,” he told her as she stood.
She didn’t respond as they walked, but she stole glances at him out of the corner of her eye.
“Stop fucking staring at me,” he finally said.
“Did you tell them you spoke to it?”
He stopped to face her, huffing. “I shouldn’t have even told you.”
“Ivers, what were we told when we caught our betas? That they can speak, that they’ll say anything, that they’ll lie. That they’ll try to gain control.”
“Right. Don’t listen.”