(Olivia's POV)
The cold air nipped at my skin as we galloped through the dense forest, Hazel and Jennifer riding closely by my side. Our horses moved at an unrelenting pace, their rhythmic pounding against the earth doing little to soothe the storm brewing inside me.
Cora was snarling incessantly, pacing in my mind like a feral animal seeking release. "They're going for blood this time, Olivia. We weren't there, and now they're playing their hand. Charles knows too much."
"I should've seen this coming," I muttered, tightening my grip on the reins as frustration laced my voice. "I should've—"
"Stop," Hazel cut me off sharply, pulling her horse up closer to mine. "Blaming yourself doesn't help anyone right now."
"She's right," Jennifer added, riding on Hazel's other side. "This was plan
