Harper launches herself out of my arms, and I realize a moment too late that she’s seized the dagger from my belt. “No!” I cry. I remember the last time she threw a weapon at the enchantress. But Harper doesn’t throw it. She drives the blade right into Lilith’s midsection, throwing her weight into the movement and bringing the enchantress to the floor. Harper kneels on her arm, then wraps the fist of her free hand in Lilith’s hair. She leans down close. “Go ahead,” she whispers. “Take me home. Let’s see how long you live on my side.”
hells yes girlfriend! this is the harper we know and love
