Olivia's POV
Breathe, Olivia. In. Out. In. Out.
You got this. You left that note on his desk for a reason, right? You can't chicken out now.
You'll meet him tomorrow and see how the conversation goes.
This was what I told myself over and over again, lying in the darkness with Mitchell's warm body pressed against mine. My heart was racing, my mind spiraling through a thousand possible scenarios - most of them ending in disaster.
But eventually, exhaustion won out, and I drifted off to sleep.
Then I started having terrible nightmares.
I was standing in the middle of Maxwell's mansion, but I was myself - Olivia, not Oliver. No disguise, no binding, no wig. Just me in a dress, exposed and vulnerable.
Then they appeared. All four of them - Maxwell, Damien, Gabriel, and Alex - surrounding me in a circle. Their faces were expressionless, cold, as they closed in.
"You lied to us," Maxwell's voice echoed.
"You're a fraud," Alex added.
