Olivia POV
The quiet hum of the room was a comfort, the kind of silence that let my thoughts breathe but also threatened to suffocate me if I lingered too long. My fingers trailed over the strange tattoo on my collar bone, tracing its intricate patterns for what felt like the thousandth time. The ink shimmered faintly, even in the dim light streaming from the bedside lamp. It was beautiful, haunting, and utterly infuriating. It throbbed, a dull ache that pulsed in time with my heartbeat. Like it was alive. Like it had a purpose I wasn’t privy to.
What does it even mean? I sighed, dragging my nails softly across the design, frustration bubbling beneath my skin.
“I wouldn’t bother. It’s not coming off, no matter how much you stare at it,” Aria’s voice rang through my head, her tone clippe
