Olivia's POV
The house felt like a hollow shell the next morning. At the breakfast table, Lennox's chair was empty, as was the seat for the woman he claimed was his soul's new half. The boys kept glancing at the door, their cereal soggy and untouched.
"Where's Dad?" Leon asked, his voice small.
"He's just… very busy with work and the new guest, sweetie," I lied, the words tasting like poison. "Eat up."
Once they were safely off to school, the silence in the mansion became unbearable. Louis and Levi were nursing cups of coffee, their eyes bloodshot. They looked like they hadn't slept a wink, but they wouldn't meet my gaze.
"I found something odd yesterday," I said, leaning against the counter. "The machines in that room… they weren't for her. They were for him. And she didn't smell like a shifter in pain, guys. She didn't smell like anything but expensive perfume."
