Olivia POV:
"Who are you?" I asked, getting up from the floor. The maid looked frightened, her heart was beating violently now, and it was distracting and disorientating. The blonde woman laughed, "You're joking, right?" Her tone was mocking. I let out a growl unintentionally, and surprisingly. She looked offended, and tried to scratch at me, but I caught her wrist before her claws could penetrate my skin. This only angered her more. "You think a little dog like you can walk in here and claim what is mine!?" she spat, venom in every word. I blinked, breath catching. Dog? Mine? My head was still foggy, pieces of memory slipping just out of reach.
I believed—truly—that her question was rhetorical. A threat. A warning. Yet I couldn’t stop myself.
“What are you talking about?” I whispered,
