Lennox's POV
I knew Olivia felt it.
I could see it in the way her eyes kept drifting toward me during the meeting. She tried to focus on the elders speaking. She tried to listen to the reports and disputes brought before her. But every few minutes, her gaze returned to the corner where I stood.
To me.
She felt it.
And that scared me.
Olivia was smart. Too smart. She always noticed things others missed. I just hoped—Moon Goddess help me—that she wouldn't connect the dots yet. Not now.
Throughout the meeting, I watched her closely.
She listened carefully. She asked the right questions. She gave calm, firm answers.
Even with grief sitting heavy on her shoulders, she did not let it control her.
I admired her more than I ever had.
Despite my death. Despite losing me. Despite the pain eating her alive from the inside out…
She was still standing. Still leading. Still trying to protect everyone.
Including my brothers.
It made my chest ache.
