Harley’s P.O.V.
“Why would I do that?”
Xander’s straight refusal erupted a volcano of fury in my chest, turning my blood into molten lava. I growled, raising my eyes fearlessly.
“You are filming this apology to use it against me later, Xander. To make yourself look noble while I look like a gold-digger ex who came crawling back. Do you really think that I am unaware of the chaos on social media platforms?”
Xander flinched, his mouth parting in surprise as I stepped closer, reaching forward. Before he could stop me, I grabbed the odd button and yanked it clean off his shirt. His hands flew up too late in his defense, giving me enough time to take care of it.
Crack!
I threw it to the ground and smashed the so-called button beneath the heel of my boot. A soft electric hiss and a flicker crackled, exactly as I expected.
“I may have walked out with nothing, Xander!” My voice raised an octave as I said. “But that doesn’t mean that I walked out stupid. I know what a spy camera looks like.”
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