“Oh em gee, is everyone alright?” Ava, Harrison’s beta girlfriend, steps around him into the room, her face scrunched in mock concern. Her high heels are even pointier than normal, and they make an annoying click on the floor. I’m so riled up I want to rip them off her feet and throw them at something. “What the hell is she doing here?” She’s not pack. No matter how much she wants to be. Harrison has been saying he’ll break up with her for a year, but here she is, inserting herself into our affairs like a splinter in my ass.
