Braelyn's pov
For a moment, no one spoke; even breathing too loudly felt like a crime. Lucien's words did not just hurt; they sent daggers straight at Olivia's open sore. Olivia's face turned ashen and she took a moment to process his words before they struck.
Olivia shot up, her fragile composure shattered. "That's it! I won't sit here and take this kind of disrespect, especially not from someone like you." She barked slamming her hand on the table.
The table shook, and my soup, which was directly across her, spilt over the brim of the bowl. The hot scolding liquid splashed on me, causing me to hiss and back away at the same time. Once the burning sensation hit my nerves.
Lucien shot to his feet the moment the scalding soup hit my skin.
"Are you alright?" he asked, grabbing my hand a bit too quickly.
I blinked, startled by his reaction. For a moment, I didn't know what shocked me more, the burn or Lucien's sudden concern.
