[Day 3, Dec. 22 – The Ophelia Cruise Ship]
Octavia
Lila shot me a worried glance, her feet dragging reluctantly, but Craig quickly ushered her out of the room. The soft click of the door echoed ominously, leaving me alone with Nathan.
He had already begun pacing, his hands buried deep in his pockets. His tense energy filled the space, sharp and suffocating.
“Are you going to keep pacing,” I snapped, crossing my arms, “or should I leave? I have a lot on my plate.”
He stopped abruptly, his piercing eyes locking onto mine. For a moment, confusion flickered in his gaze before it hardened into something more familiar—mockery.
“Is this my shy, dumb Octavia?” he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Or has someone filled your head with lies, making you think you’re something you’re not?”
