HARPER
I puffed out a breath, chest rising as Owen stalked toward me. I didn't give him a chance to speak; I turned on my heel and started to walk past him.
Hell no. I wasn't going to indulge him.
I already knew what was running through that head of his. He'd yell about the video, throw blame like he always did. Accuse me of jealousy. Drag me into another scene for the crowd.
I'd had my fill with Camilla. I wasn't going to do it again with Owen.
"Harper," he called, his tone a sneer.
I didn't respond. I didn't turn. But then his hand clamped around my wrist, halting me mid-step.
"What do you want?" I muttered, yanking at my hand. His grip was like steel. I spun around and met his gaze.
But instead of the glare or disgust I'd braced for—those eyes, those familiar blue eyes I once loved—what stared back at me was confusion. And for a second, my chest tightened.
