Chloe stepped forward, arranging her face into its sweetest, most frantic expression.

“Alexander, darling, please.

This is a massive misunderstanding.

The girls were misbehaving, and Marisol put her hands on me.

She’s been—”

I stood, and turned to face her, and my voice came out icy, flat, and absolute.

“Do not touch me.

Do not call me darling.”