Chapter 107

Cecilia Harper froze in place, her tirade dying on her lips. In an instant, her demeanor shifted from righteous fury to wide-eyed alarm. She whirled around and grabbed my arms with surprising strength. "Who—who is it?" she whispered, her voice suddenly small. My heart pounded painfully against my ribs. I glanced at the clock on Harper's wall. Midnight. Exactly. "Ding-dong—" The doorbell rang again, the innocent chime somehow transformed into something straight out of a horror movie. We instinctively backed away from the door, putting as much distance between ourselves and whoever—or whatever—was on the other side. The self-proclaimed fearless lawyer who moments ago had been ready to take on the world now looked as terrified as I felt. Her face had drained of all color. "Level with me," Harper said, attempting to sound calm despite her trembling voice. "Did you secretly order takeout because you were still hungry?" I didn't bother responding. We both knew she was just trying to fill the