Olivia's POV
The door to my room pushed open, and Lady Fiona walked in. Our eyes met, and I didn't bother hiding the frown on my face. She moved from the door and slowly sat beside me on the bed. I shifted a little, creating space between us. I still had grudges—deep ones.
"Olivia, I'm glad that you're back. I was so worried," she said, her voice soft, as though laced with genuine concern.
But I wasn't moved. My heart didn't feel it.
"I believe you have something to say," I said, cutting to the point, my tone harsh.
She sighed, nodding slowly. "It's about Anita," she began.
My frown deepened, and I turned sideways to meet her gaze. "And what about Anita?" I asked, my tone already sharp with anger.
She hesitated—just for a second—but it was enough to tell me I wasn't going to like what she had to say.
"The Alphas are angry with her," she said carefully. "They want to send her to the dungeon to await trial… but you can stop them."
