Olivia's POV

André took me back to my room and laid me on the bed. He planted a soft kiss on my cheek and forehead and told me that he had to go and meet Doran.

I could only manage a small smile and watch him leave the room. I was alone. My mind was restless, and there was so much anticipation that it put me on edge.

The ceiling stared back at me. I gazed at it so hard as if I would find answers to my predicament in its concrete.

I wasn't sure for how long I was lost in this trance ...