Louis' POV
I turned to Olivia, who stood near Levi, who had just been healed from the deep cut. She did a good job by healing him completely. A mark wasn't even left.
"I have to leave," I announced.
They turned their eyes toward me.
"Where are you going?"
"I need to be with Lennox," I answered quickly. "He's always irrational when he's angry or in pain. I have to be with him." My words tumbled out in a rush as I turned to leave, but Olivia stepped in my way.
"Isn't he in the mansion?" she pressed, worry already clouding her expression.
I shook my head. "No… he should be at his house."
"Stay with Levi," I said firmly. "I'll go check on Lennox."
Her lips parted as though she wanted to say more, but nothing came. Her silence made me frown. Didn't she feel it? Lennox was her mate. Even without his mark, she should sense his emotions—his pain, his turmoil. Unless… he'd blocked her.
Yes. That had to be it. That was why Olivia wasn't feeling him the way I did.
