[001] betrayal

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CHAPTER ONE
betrayal
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Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Harper's POV.

*Harper's House right after the Founders' Day Celebration*

My parents have never hurt me, and yet as I watch the front door open, I have never felt more afraid in my entire life.

"I have the whole team looking for her," says my dad's voice.

The door fully opens.

"Where could she be?" my mother asks, her voice filled with worry.

A second later both their gazes land on me, and a sense of relief washes over them.

"Harper," my mother breathes out before wrapping her arms around me in a hug.

My dad comes closer. "Where were you, young lady?" he questions seriously as my mother lets go of me.

"I was—I was . . ." There's no way in heck I'm telling them I went to go save Damon. "I was—"

"Why did you leave the police car?" he repeats firmly.

"I don't know . . ."

My dad glances over at my mother, and they share a look. His attention turns back on me. "What do you remember?" he rephrases.

My mouth prepares to open when realization dawns over me. If they know about vampires, then they know about compulsion. And based on how I've been acting, I might even be able to convince them that I've been compelled to forget.

I shrug casually. "All I remember is falling asleep, and when I woke up," I gesture to my mother, "you were gone. So I came downstairs and now here I am." I shrug again. "Did I miss anything interesting?" A casual question, to get them off my trail. "Also, what police car are you talking about?"

My parents share another look. My mother takes a step forward. "Nothing, dear," she says. "It was probably a good thing you overslept. Tonight was a mess."

"Oh." I pretend to make my face drop. "What happened?"

She rubs her own arms in a soothing manner. "Something happened to Mr. Lockwood . . . he died tonight, dear."

"What?!" I blurt out. This I did not know. "How did he die?"

"There was a fire in Uncle Grayson's old building. He went to check it out, but they couldn't save him in time," my mother explains.

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