Bustan's POV
We got to the palace with me limping and hanging over Bianca and Olivia. As they laid me down, Olivia hurriedly went out to get some herbs.
As Olivia knelt beside me, her fingers gently brushing against my skin, I felt goosebumps all over my body. My body ached from the injuries Nate had inflicted, but the real pain wasn’t in the cuts or bruises; it was in the severed bond of brotherhood.
Olivia’s touch, though soft and careful, sent jolts of awareness through me. She was focused, determined, her hands moving with precision as she crushed the herbs in a small bowl beside us. Her eyes flickered upward every now and then, meeting mine, but she said nothing. I could see the strain in her face—she was worried, and I saw a flicker of affection as well. She deeply cared about
