"YOU KILLED HER." She half yelled and half sobbed. "She loved you with everything she had, and you wouldn't let her in. And now she's dead and it's ALL YOUR FAULT.
What could I say back to that? When you're right, you're right.
I opened the bottom drawer of my desk and grabbed a bottle of single malt by its neck.
"Glasses." I ordered Marcus, who flew to my cabinet and grabbed two cut glass crystal tumblers. I poured generous measures into both and handed one to Olivia.
"I don't want to drink with you," she sniffed. "I want you dead and Paige back where she belongs."
I nodded and tossed the Amber liquid down my throat. She did the same. I poured both of us another.
"I need your permission to organize a funeral." She wasn’t asking me, she was telling me.
"No funeral." I argued. "Pai
