Olive's POV
His grip around my wrist tightened like shackles in the hands of a prisoner. The scent of his fear drifted into my nose, which left me pondering on what he could be afraid of. Father was not the reason for his fear; he'd devoted his youth to killing him. There was something else he was afraid of. Perhaps it could be the Omicrons. It's a new moon, and the Omicrons would be on the prowl to hunt the souls of any supernatural in sight.
He pushed me into the room with a growl, bolting the door behind him, seething in anger. "What were you thinking saying those things down there, urh?"
"It's none of your business what I do with my life. No one decides how I live my life."
"Are you insane?! Do you think this is a joke? You could die out there, and I may not be able to save you." H
