Lennox's POV
Levi's smirk didn't falter, but the glint in his eyes sharpened. "I'm saying…" he drawled, stepping further into the room, "…that maybe your anger wasn't about what she did. Maybe it was about you needing an excuse to pull her into bed and stake your claim again."
Louis' gaze flicked between us, his mouth set in a tight line, but he stayed silent. Olivia shifted in my lap, clearly uncomfortable, but I kept my arm locked around her waist, holding her exactly where she was.
"Careful," I said, my voice low but pissed. "You're getting me annoyed, Levi."
He took another step, stopping just at the edge of the bed. "Am I? Because from where I'm standing, I see you sitting there all smug, like you've just marked your territory… and maybe you think that's enough to keep her." His eyes slid to Olivia briefly, then back to me. "But you forget—she's not just yours."
The words hit like a spark to gasoline.
Olivia turned her head slightly toward him. "Levi—"
