Olivia's POV
"That was how it happened," Calvin finished, his voice weighed down by the ridiculous story he had just told me.
I scoffed in anger, my hands flying to my hair as I yanked at it in pure frustration. Then I snapped my gaze to him, my eyes burning with rage.
"It's never happening," I hissed. "I'm not getting married to Lord Frederick just because I was vowed to him by a woman I never even met. Who the hell gave her the right to vow me to him?"
Calvin let out a deep sigh and sank back into the couch, his elbows resting on his knees. His frown cut deep into his face as he studied me.
"Don't worry, sis," he said finally, his voice low and calm. "I'm not going to force you to do something you don't want to do… but—"
I narrowed my eyes. "But what?"
His jaw tightened before he continued. "But the blood oath Hailee made wasn't just a simple promise. It's sealed magic. And if what Frederick said is true…"
I crossed my arms, glaring. "Spit it out, Calvin."