Olivia's POV
A few days later, it was finally Louis's turn. I knew he had been stewing in his own head. While Lennox was the king and Levi was the "yes" man, Louis was the soldier, the enforcer—and sometimes, the man who felt like he was standing just outside the circle of our hearts.
We were at the private lake house, the water as still as glass under the moonlight. Louis was standing on the deck, his large back to me, his shoulders tight enough to snap. When I approached and wrapped my arms around his waist, he didn't lean back. He stayed rigid.
"You've been quiet all evening, Louis," I murmured, pressing my cheek against his spine.
