Olivia's POV
It was ten in the morning.
And I still hadn't left my room.
After seeing that stranger outside my door earlier, my mind refused to settle. No matter how much I tried to push it away, his presence clung to me. His scent. His build. The way my heart reacted when it had no right to.
It made no sense.
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing, my fingers digging into the fabric. I did not want to see him again. I did not want to feel that strange pull. I did not want questions I couldn't answer.
So I made a decision.
I stood up and teleported.
The world shifted, and a second later, I was inside Levi's room. Levi stood inside, pulling on his jacket, clearly getting ready to leave. He froze when he saw me.
"Olivia?" he said. "What's wrong?"
Anger rushed up so fast it shocked even me.
"What is wrong?" I snapped, walking in. "You tell me, Levi. Since when do I need a guard?"
He frowned. "You do need one."
"I don't," I shot back. "I have never needed one."
