Levi's POV
I stood my ground even as Olivia's glare burned holes through me.
The witch shifted uneasily beside her, the bowl trembling in her hands.
"I said no," I repeated, my voice like stone. "You're done with this, Olivia."
She clenched her jaw. "You don't get to decide that for me."
"I do when your life is on the line!" I shot back. "When our child's life is on the line!"
Her lips trembled. "You think I don't know that? You think I don't feel it?" Her hand went to her stomach. "But if I stop now, he'll die, Levi. He'll die, and I'll never forgive myself."
My patience cracked. "And if you keep going, you'll die!"
The words came out louder than I meant. Everyone froze.
Even Lennox's shallow breathing seemed to pause.
Olivia's frown deepened, but she refused to look away. "Then let me die with purpose."
Something inside me snapped.
