Olivia

Alexander took a sharp turn, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. "Victoria's feeding them information to manipulate you."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Natasha was a woman I dated in Paris three years ago. It didn't end well."

"Define 'didn't end well.'"

"She wanted more than I was willing to give."

"Marriage?" I asked.

"Love," he corrected, his voice flat.

The word hung between us, heavy with implication. I ...