“I want you to fucking fight,” Royal growls. “Why, is that what gets you off?” I ask. “Oh, wait, never mind. Nothing gets you off now that I’m not around, right? Is that why you’re here?” “No,” he snaps, frustration etched into his every beautiful feature. “What the fuck, Harper. I’m not here to fuck you.” “You can see where a girl could be confused,” I say. “Seeing as how all of last year, you told me that was my sole purpose in life.”