DILLON
Ollie insulted my family. As if that wasn't enough, she ran off to the human world. With my child.
I hear the sound of the elevator opening into the penthouse and I wait for whoever it is to walk in.
Michael comes to the living room, Ollie's hand in his and he guides her to the couch opposite from me but she refuses to sit.
"Sit down," I command but she doesn't oblige. I know by now that her stubbornness won't let her oblige so I stand up and tower over her. That seems to scare her because she moves a step backward and then stops, crossing her arms.
"You ran off to the human world again," I say, looking down at her.
"Is that supposed to be a question or a statement?" she asks, deadpan.
"You do realize that you're carrying the heir to the Barlowe throne, right?" he asks. "Yo
