Revenge.
The word is quite simple. Simple to speak, simple to spell. This word rang over and over on Olivia's mind.
Revenge, revenge, revenge...
But no matter how many this repeated inside her head, she couldn't understand it's meaning. So the only thing that was in her mind besides this words, was a question.
Why?
Why revenge? Why my father?
Olivia knew her father was not a saint, so was her. So why suddenly a man appears before her and says that he wants revenge against her father? What her father could've done? Olivia looked at Tristan, then at the entire room. Her eyes roamed every corner and they stopped on Trinity's eyes. Her friend, her protector. Trinity mouthed something to her, but she couldn't understand it very well, she guessed it was something comforting. Then, she loo
