Olivia’s POV-
I marched straight into church to find my dad wailing on Pete. Blow after devastating blow, pummeling Pete into the wall. I stepped through the mass of Knights, causing one of the guys to call out to my father, so that he knew I was there in the room. Dad stopped, and turned to look at me. “What are you doing, princess? Go home please,” he said, stepping towards me.
I folded my arms across my chest, as my eyes narrowed on my father. We ended up in a stare-down. Neither of us were going to yield on this. He wanted me elsewhere, so I did not have to see Pete, but I, however, wanted to face him, I needed to face him.
A groan broke us from the stare-down. We turned slowly to see Pete sitting up, as he whispered, “Well, if it isn’t the little bunny, have you come to see me?
