BEN’S POV
I set my phone facedown on the nightstand, Olivia’s name still flickering in my thoughts. The call had been quick, my response hurried and dismissive, but her voice had lingered. There was something in the way she said my name—something unsteady, like she was holding herself together by the thinnest thread.
But she was with Damon. Damon could handle it, right? He always has a way of solving problems right, I mean he could be a bit responsible like Lucien and help pull her out of her head when it gets too noisy. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder if she was really okay.
“Ben,” Aslaug’s voice was a soft growl, pulling me back into the moment. Her arms slipped around my waist, her fingers splaying across my bare chest as she pressed herself against my back. “Where did you just go?
