Her breath catches. For as long as that inhale is locked in her throat, the whole f*****g world narrows to the space between us.
“The boat leaves at midnight,” I say. “And you’ll be on it. Whether or not you like that fact is completely f*****g immaterial to me.”
Olivia still says nothing as I turn and stomp away. Gravel crackles underfoot. Night falls, thick and dark around us.
And the justifications for my actions swirl through my head over and over again.
I’m taking Olivia away because it’s safe. Because it’s secure. Because it’s remote. Because it’s controlled.
But above all, I’m taking her away for one reason and one reason only.
I don’t want to share her with anyone.
“You lied to me.”
I look up from the reports I’ve been pretending to read for the past hour. Olivia stands in
