Olivia

"Or what?" the blonde challenged, crossing her arms. "You'll throw your happy hour cocktails at us?"

"Don't tempt me," Emilia growled, taking a half--step forward.

The first woman smirked. "We're just trying to save your friend some heartbreak. Alexander Carter has a type, you know. Pretty, naive, easily manipulated."

"I am not easily manipulated," I snapped, my hands balling into fists.

"That's exactly what someone easily manipulated ...