Olivia's POV

I was up a bit late the next morning. Alvida had made me train late into the evening for hours at a time. I had improved, but I burned out easily.

Breakfast was ready by the time I had dragged myself from the bathroom and downstairs. Sephora was helping set the table. I looked at her neck again. She had a new mark on her neck. The last one had faded.

I looked at her suspiciously.

“Oh, sorry."

Pierre bumped into her as he brought the steaming plate of bacon. He also ...