Angel's POV
I was still trying to process the fact that Harland was here, alive, standing in front of me when the reality of the situation crashed in.
Harland was Hawkins' son.
The son of the man who'd kept me prisoner, who'd degraded and tortured me, who'd treated me like property.
But Harland had never been like his father. He had shown me kindness in that hell.
I'd genuinely wondered if he'd survived the fire at Hawkins' estate. The warriors had spoken of it in such scattered details - Hawkin's castle burned to the ground, nothing left - that I'd assumed everyone inside had perished.
But here he was.
And despite everything, I was happy he'd made it out.
"Harland," I started, pulling back slightly from his embrace. "I'm so glad you're… wait, if you're here, what about your father? Did Hawkins…"
I didn't get to finish.
One moment Harland's arms were around me.
The next, he was airborne.
