Bustan's POV
I stood outside Olivia’s door for a long moment, I was waiting for her to open the door after the first lock but she wasn't forthcoming.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open quietly. There, sitting on the edge of the bed, was Olivia. Her face was turned away, but I could see her shoulders trembling. When she finally looked up, my heart twisted painfully in my chest. What could have made her this sad?
Her eyes were red and swollen—she’d been crying.
“Olivia,” I started gently, stepping closer. But before I could say another word, she was on her feet, her hands balled into fists at her sides, her expression fierce despite the tears that still clung to her lashes.
“Don’t,” she cut me off, her voice sharp. “Don’t try to comfort me when you’re just going to turn aro
