Harry's POV

The front door clicked open, and I heard the soft tap of high heels on the marble floor. I wasn’t sure why, but I had this feeling in my stomach—the kind that tells you someone’s here with an agenda. I peeked around the corner and saw Victoria.

Her blouse was slightly torn, her sleeve had a smear of red, like she’d been hit. Her eyes were glossy and red, and she was holding her arm like it hurt. She looked small and fragile in a way that made me want to reach out, but ...