Olivia’s POV

I stopped dead in my tracks, and twelve pairs of eyes stared at me with malicious intent. My stomach churned, and the faces smiled wickedly.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?…”

Jonas’s father, Donovan, got up from his seat and walked slowly towards me. My heart nearly stopped beating. The glee on his face seemed to come straight out of a horror movie.

“…Olivia darling, what brings you here?”

I gulped and took a step back. I looked around the room and ...