Olivia's POV
I didn't miss the way Frederick stiffened on his side of the bed. His chest rose with a slow, deliberate inhale. He didn't turn. He didn't speak. But I felt the shift in the air, sharp and heavy.
"You're testing me," he said at last, his voice calm but carrying that low edge that made my wolf bristle.
I lifted my chin, glaring at his back. "Or maybe I just don't take orders from you."
Silence stretched between us, so thick I could hear the ticking of the old clock on the wall. For a moment, I thought he might leap up, snap at me, and try to put me in my place again.
But instead of snapping, he reached out and flicked the switch. Darkness swallowed the room.
My jaw tightened. Without hesitation, I leaned over and turned it back on. The faint glow returned.
A pause. Then click—dark again.
I clenched my teeth and pressed the switch once more, the light flickering back to life.
