Julian’s POV
I was about to bury my problems away once and for all in the bottle, but a loud knocking on my door stopped me just before the liquid could touch my lips. I lowered the glass, wondering who that could be.
Olivia immediately grunted with annoyance, her gaze lifting to the ceiling as if silently praying to the Moon Goddess for help. What did she have to be frustrated about? Perhaps she was tired of listening to me prattle on about my problems.
Wasn’t that what friends did, though? Didn’t she want to be my friend?
The knocking on the door was even louder this time, a fierce pounding.
I thought that I had better see who that is. It could be an emergency.
Turning toward the door, Olivia immediately stepped forward like she intended to stop me. “I’m sure it’s nothing. The wind
