Olivia's POV
"What is wrong?" Louis asked, concern plain on his face.
"Olivia… please, you need to come home. We have something to discuss with you," my mother pleaded through the mind link again.
My frown deepened. "I'm not in the mood to see you, Mother. I'll come home when I feel like it." I didn't give her the chance to argue before cutting the link.
When I looked up, Louis was already on his feet, striding toward me with that same worried look. His eyes scanned me, as if he could pull the truth out without me saying a word.
I sighed and sat on the bed. He came closer, squatting in front of me. "It's nothing," I said quietly. "My mother wants me back home, but I don't want to go."
Louis tilted his head, not convinced. His gaze softened, but there was a sharp edge to his voice when he asked, "It's not really about your mother, is it? … Is it Lennox and Levi?"
