Demyan nods back and heads out. Jennifer hesitates a moment longer as she turns towards Olivia. “Liv—”
“Don’t you dare speak to me,” she spits. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re as bad as he is.”
“Don’t tell me what I think!” Olivia hisses. “For f**k’s sake, all of you need to stop telling me what I think. Maybe you’re the one who hasn’t been thinking this entire time.”
“Jennifer,” I say firmly, “go get ready. It’s time to finish this.”
She gives Olivia a sad parting glance and then she leaves.
When we’re alone again, Olivia looks up at me, her eyes rippling with worry. “Let her go,” she pleads. “She’s so young, Aleks. She’s… she’s only a child…”
I already know what she’s assumed, what she thinks she saw. But hearing her say it, I get so angry so fast that I fear I might do something
