Harper's heart was racing — pounding so fast it felt like it was echoing inside her skull. Her pulse drummed in her ears, matching the uneven rhythm of her breath. For a second, she couldn't move. Couldn't even blink. She just sat there, frozen in her seat, staring at the spot where Damian had stood a few moments ago.
That symbol — that tattoo.
Her fingers trembled as she reached up and pressed them against her lips, like the gesture could somehow steady her thoughts. But it didn't. Everything was spinning. The same shape, the same looping curve of the Greek beta symbol… first her father, then Logan,now Damian.
It couldn't be a coincidence.
She swallowed hard, forcing herself to breathe. "No, no, no," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head. "This doesn't make sense."
