“Stone!” Evan puts himself between us. His hand on my chest is the only thing stopping me from taking Archer’s head off. “What’s going on?” “He made her cry.” “No, I fucking didn’t,” Archer snaps. “I was comforting her.” I glare at him. “You can comfort her from a distance, asshole. You don’t need to molest her to do it.” “You’re a real piece of work, Foster—” “Enough,” Even snaps. “Archer, go. Please.”
