HARLEY: Who Is Olive?

Sylus picked up his phone, trying to dial someone's number.  

I quickly drew a deep breath, calming myself down. "Do you want me to take care of you, or not?" 

He looked me dead in the eyes, saying, "I don't trust you. I'll call my doctor." 

I dry-laughed and snatched the collar of his shirt, yanking him down. "Ya! Either sit and let me treat you, or I'll rip your nose off. Which would you like?" 

Sylus raised a brow at me. "And I told you, those pretty hands of yours would be done for."  

"No wonder you were single. You're too cranky." 

He stared me up and down before he huffed out a short laugh. "As if you weren't single too." 

"Not really." I chuckled, cleaning up the blood over his lips and nose. "I wasn't single. I had a boyfriend, but my father threw a bunch of dollars in his face because of you, and he ran." 

"You're pathetic."