Alex's voice echoed through the quiet room. "Looks like I have to change the question."
His grip tightened slightly on Charlotte's shoulders as he leaned closer, eyes narrowing. "Who are you?"
Charlotte's lips curled into a smirk. "Who do you think I am?"
"Don't play word games with me," Alex said, patience thinning. "Just answer the damn question."
Charlotte giggled softly. "Why? You can do it, but I can't? You were doing the exact same thing to me a few minutes ago, remember?"
She tilted her head, eyes glinting. "Gotta hand it to you, Alex. You really are something if you managed to drag *me* out."
"Don't play games with—"
Before he could finish, Charlotte moved.
Her body twisted with fluid precision as she slipped out of his grip using a clean, practiced technique. In the same motion—
BAM!
Her fist slammed straight into Alex's jaw.
