Olivia's POV
My heart stopped completely when Sabrina pointed that gun directly at my chest and screamed, "You think you can steal him from me?"
"Steal him?" The words burst out of me in pure panic. "Hell no! He's the last person I would ever steal! Please believe me!"
I was standing now - when had I stood up? - my hands raised high in the universal gesture of surrender. My legs were shaking so badly I was surprised they were still holding me upright.
"Olivia…" Maxwell's voice came from behind me, calm and controlled.
"Don't 'Olivia' me!" I cut him off immediately, not even looking at him. My eyes were locked on that gun, on Sabrina's trembling finger on the trigger. I turned my full attention to her, desperation making my voice crack. "I promise you, I have nothing to do with this man here. He's not even my type! Please, please take him. I don't want him!"
