Olivia's POV
It was almost midnight, but I couldn't sleep. My mind was too loud, too restless. I was worried—yes—but more than that, I was jealous and scared. Lennox was out there somewhere—God knows where—likely surrounded by a swarm of beautiful women. And from the way our mind link had felt earlier… something wasn't right.
What terrified me most was the absence of their marks on my skin. Without them, I had no way of knowing if he'd been with someone else. No confirmation. No certainty. The only chance would be catching another woman's scent on him. And even that would be gone by the time he returned tomorrow.
"Olivia… are you even watching?" Levi's voice pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts. He lay to my right, stretched out comfortably on the bed, his tone casual, but his eyes fixed on me with quiet curiosity.
