She looks almost hurt by that. “I’m not trying to scare you, Olivia. I’m only trying to help.”
I try to tell myself I have nothing to feel bad for, considering the position I’m in. But I do feel like a b***h. It’s not in my nature to turn away from kindness.
I blame Aleks. He’s not even in the room and he’s bringing out the worst in me.
“Sorry,” I mumble. “I know your hands are tied. I’m just—”
“Frustrated,” she says. “I know you are. But, if I may be so bold as to suggest it, eating might help.”
She gives me an apologetic smile, and with that, I can no longer resist the temptation. So I reach out and grab a croissant. I can’t be bothered to fuss with the butter, so I just bite right into it.
She laughs. “Good, aren’t they?”
We sit in silence as I demolish five of the seven croissan
