“Oh. It’s you.” A frown marred Ava’s normally friendly face when she saw me. “You’re interrupting our lunch.” “I want to talk to her.” “I don’t know who you’re talking about.” My back teeth clenched. “Stella.” Ava’s hand tightened around the doorknob. She stood squarely in the entrance, barring me from entering. “She’s not here.” “That’s fucking bullshit. I know she’s here.” I ditched the softer approach. “Step aside, Ava, or I’ll—” “Careful how you finish that sentence, Harper.” Alex appeared beside his fiancée, his eyes like chips of jade-colored ice as they roved over my disheveled
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