#Chapter 62: Crumbling

Agnes Elijah didn’t pull away first. Neither did Olivia. And as for me… I couldn’t tear my eyes away, either. Not from the way her fingers curled into the back of his shirt. Not from the soft glow of their mating marks. Not from the way Elijah’s hand settled carefully against her jaw, tipping her chin up just enough to deepen the kiss. I watched it all happen. I shouldn’t have, but I did. The worst part wasn’t even the kiss itself. It was the sound—the quiet sigh that escaped Olivia as she leaned closer, sinking against him like she was melting into something she thought belonged to her. The sound curled through the room, soft and sweet, and it felt like nails raking across a chalkboard inside my head. All I could do was stand there and stare at the wall, completely helpless. I didn’t want to see, didn’t want to hear if, and yet I was so utterly rooted to my spot that I couldn’t bring myself to turn around and leave, no matter how much I wanted