Olivia’s POV
“Olivia.”
His voice was soft, too soft. I wheeled about and found him standing there with those gold eyes, those broken smile.
"Liam?"
"Come home," he said gently. "You don't belong out here."
"I can't."
“You can,” he whispered, coming nearer. “You promise never to leave me.”
“And you promised not to hurt me.”
He smiled faintly. “You misunderstand love.”
“No,” I said, backing away. “You do.”
His eyes darkened. “You’re mine, Olivia. You always will be.”
He reached for me, his hand cold, heavy,
I gasped awake, clutching my belly.
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“Liv?”
Maria rushed in, her hair a mess, eyes wide. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
I shook my head, still shaking. “Just a dream.”
“You were screaming again.”
“I didn’t mean to wake you.”
She sat beside me and handed me a cup of w
