Olivia
Less than an hour later, Layla and I were bursting through the front door of the villa. Clint, who was in the kitchen feeding the twins, nearly dropped the spoon he was holding. The twins, oblivious to the tension, giggled excitedly and held their hands out for me as we approached. Aurora already had applesauce all over her face, and Elliot was a close second in that race.
“Good god, Olivia, is everything okay?” Clint asked, clutching his heart.
I nodded, my eyes scanning the room. “For now, sort of,” I said.
Clint shot me a sideways glance. “Explain. How is Nathan?”
That was when I froze. This whole hex business had given me a distraction, but the fact was that my fiance was still comatose in the hospital. “He’s… He’s in a coma,” I said, my voice barely more than a whisper.
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