Olivia’s POV
Levi’s hand closed around my arm, firm and trembling. He pulled me to face him, his eyes dark with worry and exhaustion.
"Olivia," he said quietly, his voice low but edged with frustration. "What did you do?"
His tone struck something inside me, that same mix of guilt and fury I’d been holding back.
I yanked my arm free, glaring at him through tears. "Why do you sound like that? Like you’re afraid of what I might do instead of hoping it works? Sometimes I feel like you don’t even want him back!"
The words came out before I could stop them, and I hated myself for it. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
Levi froze. The look on his face shattered me instantly—a flicker of disbelief, then pain. His jaw clenched, his voice breaking. "How can you say that?"
For a heartbeat, guilt stabbed through my chest. I hadn’t meant it, not like that. But the pain inside me was too raw to take it back.
"I didn’t mean—" I started, my voice softening, but it didn’t matter. The damage was already done.
Levi stepped back slightly, shaking his head. "Everything we did, every choice we made, Olivia, was to save you. And now you think we don’t want our brother back?"
Louis stepped closer, his tone gentler. "He’s right. You think we don’t miss him too? You think we sleep easy knowing what we did?"
I looked between them, my throat tight. "I’m sorry," I whispered.
A moment of awkward silence hung in the air before I added, "I have a plan."
Levi frowned, his brows furrowing. "What are you talking about?"
I hesitated, then exhaled shakily. "I met with the witch. The one who helped me bring my mother back."
Louis’s eyes widened. "Olivia—"
"She’s helping me," I cut in quickly. "She told me what to do. It’s risky, yes, but it will work. I’m going to bring him back."
Levi’s voice dropped, rough with disbelief. "You went back to her?"
"I had to," I said firmly. "She said there’s a way to wake him. It’ll take seven nights. My blood. My energy. That’s all I need."
He was quiet for a long moment, his chest rising and falling slowly. Then he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "If this witch really helped you before, then maybe this time, it’s not a bad idea."
That caught me off guard. I blinked at him. "You mean that?"
He nodded slightly. "Yes. If it gives us a chance to get him back, I’ll take it."
For a brief moment, something softened between us, but it didn’t last.
Levi’s gaze met mine again, heavy with something else. "But, Olivia," his voice trembled, "can you ever forgive us? For what we did?"
I stared at him—at both of them—for what felt like forever.
Then I took a slow step back. "Pray," I said quietly, my voice shaking, "that when Lennox wakes up, the mate bond wakes with him. Because if it doesn’t..."
My eyes burned as I looked at them one last time. "You won’t only have me to answer to; you’ll have him too."
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