CHRISTIAN
I tightened my grip on Olivia's wrist, dragging her through the crowd in Zaydan's mansion. I could feel the nervous and anxious energy coursing through her veins as we walked.
And I despised it.
What annoyed me most about Olivia was her lack of confidence. She had no idea how beautiful she was—how much power she could wield if she only realized it.
As we moved through the crowd, heads turned, admiring the striking couple we made. Yet beside me, she trembled like a wet puppy, completely unaware of the attention she commanded.
"Stay close to me," I ground out in a whisper, "And stop panting like a dog."
She glared at me, challenging me with her eyes, her usual way of reacting to me, because she was too scared to actually utter a word.
Well, except for that one night. After
