Harley stopped dead. She could feel the jerk in his arm when she halted, but she wasn’t moving. She was deceptively strong and fast from whatever that stuff was in that injection that Ivy had given her. If she didn’t want to be moved, she wasn’t moving.
“Okay. Let me get this straight,” she began. “I’m being all cute and jealous. And I want to cause mayhem and squishing. And you… don’t want me to? You want me to leave her alone? Is that right?”
That could only mean two things. Either Mr. J had a real soft spot for the fairy, which Harley refused to accept because she was the only one for him. She knew it. He was hers. So either he liked the pixie so much he wanted to save her, or…
Or he was an imposter.
Harl’s eyes narrowed and she put two hands on his chest, shoving herself away from him rather brutally. “Who are you and what have you done with my Puddin’?”