Olivia's POV
Their idea made sense.
At least… a little sense.
But I wasn't buying it. Not fully.
"I don't agree to this." My arms folded tight across my chest, my voice sharp as a blade. "I already have a plan. I'll find the vessel, destroy it, and kill Frederick myself. I don't need a stranger to get involved. A stranger I don't trust."
The words spat out of my lips. And I couldn't even tell if I said them because I didn't trust her—or because I couldn't stand the sight of her standing so close to my mates.
Either way, I didn't care. I wasn't accepting this idea of theirs.
Louis stepped toward me, his expression calm but his wolf restless inside him. "Olivia, you can't face Frederick alone. You know that. He'll tear you apart before you even touch the vessel."
I scoffed. "Better me than letting her be near you three." My glare flicked toward the door as if I could see her from there.
