Angel's POV
Harland and I found a quiet corner away from the main dining area - a small alcove with windows overlooking outside.
We stood there in awkward silence for a moment before I finally worked up the courage to ask the question burning in my mind.
"How did it happen?" I asked quietly. "Your escape?"
Harland's lips curved into a small, wry smile. "You mean how did I escape the room you locked me in?"
Guilt crashed over me like a wave.
I'd forgotten - or tried to forget - that our last encounter hadn't exactly been friendly. He'd tried to stop me from going after the Alpha. Had tried to protect me from myself, knowing I was about to do something stupid and suicidal.
And I'd stolen his knife, locked him in that room, and run straight into disaster.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't know what else to do. I was so angry, so desperate to make someone pay for what happened to my family…"
