Olivia's POV
I found myself standing in the middle of Damien's office, my heart pounding. I didn't even know how I'd gotten here—all I had done was think about him, and the next moment, I'd teleported.
He was mid-sentence with someone, a stack of papers in his hand, when he froze. His eyes widened in disbelief.
"Olivia?" he said slowly, as though unsure if I was real. "How the hell—"
"There's no time for questions," I cut in, my tone sharp. "Sofia needs your help. Now."
His brows knitted together, confusion flashing across his face. "Sofia? What happened?"
I shook my head. "I can't explain here. Just trust me and come."
He hesitated, still looking like he was trying to process my sudden appearance.
"Olivia—"
"Damien!" I snapped, my voice raising with impatience. "This isn't a request."
