OLLIE’S POV.

A sound I knew. A sound I’d felt against my own skin.

My throat went dry as heat prickled under my collar, despite the cold air. A thousand thoughts collided with anger, confusion and that ugly sting of something I didn’t want to name.

Benny’s hand slid lower, his mouth trailing toward her neck.

“Benny!”

Her voice cracked through the hallway like a whip. She shoved him, hard, her palm flashing before it connected with his cheek. The sound echoed off the ...