Roisin
Olivine's eyes darkened, the shift in his demeanor sending a chill down my spine. “I’ll make him pay,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Not only for daring to lay his filthy hands on Meimei and k********g her, but for having the gall to show his face here, in the palace.”
He went silent, his expression growing distant. It was then I realized he was mindlinking someone. The intensity in his eyes told me it wasn’t just anyone—this was serious. The tension in the air was thick, and even though I was scared of what Olivine might do, I couldn’t bring myself to stop him.
Minutes passed, though it felt like an eternity. When he finally refocused on me, there was a steely resolve in his eyes. “Don’t worry,” he said, his tone firm. “He’ll be severely dealt with. I won’t let him
