55 Familiar Stranger

Harper's POV

I went to the kitchen to make some saltwater. He had been sweating a lot, so he needed some salt to help with recovery.

After placing the cup on the coffee table, I checked his temperature again. It had gone down from 102.2°F to 98.6°F, but I still needed to keep an eye on him. He hadn’t woken up yet, and my gaze lingered on the flushed skin of his neck.

There, I noticed a small tattoo of an "H." It felt like fate—maybe it wasn't a coincidence that I ended up saving him.

“Harper…” he murmured in his delirium.

Strange. Did he know me?

“Who are you calling?” After waiting for a bit without hearing more, I remembered he was probably just talking nonsense from the fever. Still, I leaned in to listen seriously.

But just as I closed the door, his once-closed eyes suddenly opened.

Marco's POV

I knew perfectly well how dangerous this was. If Harper ignored me or if someone else found me, it would lead to more trouble. But I didn’t care—this was the only reckless way I had left to