AXEL SALVATORE ROSSI.

Three days.

Three fucking days, and all Olivia had done was ignore me like the plague. She’d locked herself in the room repeatedly in a row, a streak she diligently kept going.

I’d turned into a shadow of myself, always in the council room, holding a bottle of drink in my grasp while I stared out of the window.

It was a nightmare—one that I’d never imagined living.

Her absence affected me more than anything. I wanted to hold her again in my arms, to watch her ...