Chapter 25: OLIVE’s POV
My phone screen was dark. Still dark. Had been dark for three days straight except for the notifications I actually didn't want.
I pressed the power button again just to make sure, watching the time flash: 6:47 PM. The battery icon mocked me at ninety-three percent. Fully charged. Fully functional. Fully silent from the one person I'd been waiting to hear from.
Zane hadn't called. Hadn't texted. Hadn't sent a single word since I'd run out of his mansion like some teenager caught breaking curfew, my legs still shaking and his taste still on my tongue.
God, I was pathetic.
I dropped the phone on the hotel bed and pressed my palms against my eyes, trying to stop the spiral I'd been in since that night. But it just kept playing on repeat—the closet, his hands, his
