I leaned in, closing the gap between us.
"You were so brave before, running your mouth. Where's that confidence gone now?"
"I'll call the cops!" Harper whimpered.
"Go right ahead. You started this mess, not me. If you call the cops, they'll take you in. Harassment, provoking violence, assault." I sniffed. "And public intoxication. Jesus, who drinks at ten o'clock in the morning?"
Harper reached for her phone but froze halfway.
I leaned in closer, almost nose-to-nose with her. "Delete your posts. i********:, X, everything. Now."
Her fingers twitched, and her lip trembled. "I... I won't delete them."
"You will. Or I'll be the one calling the cops. You realize you've just handed Yvaine enough to sue the hell out of you, right? That stunt you pulled online—a clear case o
