Olivia's POV
I had been deliberately keeping my distance from where Bianca trained for some days now. Even though Bustan kept on defending her in our conversation, I wasn't still cool with her.
Ever since that day—since I overheard her telling Bustan that I should go back to Nate—I couldn’t bear to be near her. Something about her smug expression when she said it had twisted my stomach into knots. The hurt and doubt had gnawed at me, making me question everything, especially Bustan’s loyalty. And even if I was slowly mending things with Bustan, the wound Bianca had opened was still fresh.
I avoided her. Stopped showing up for training sessions where I knew she’d be. It didn’t take long for her to notice.
“Olivia!”
I froze at the sound of her voice cutting across the training field.
