“You’re not welcome here. You killed my mother, and I will return the favour,” Olivia growled out in a voice that was completely different to the sweet voice I heard when I popped up in the house. The smirk dropped from his face for a second.
“You are wrong, little one. I did no such thing. I am here to help you, to protect you. You’re my daughter. My little princess.” His words made me want to vomit.
“I am safe,” she snarled.
“I will take you home so that you can rule beside me.”
“I am home. I am safe here.”
“I will take you home. You won’t be able to fight me. Your powers are mine and no one can stop me taking them,” he growled. Elijah stepped forward and stood behind Olivia, placing a hand on her shoulder.
“She is safe here. We will help her,” Elijah said.
“We? All I see is you.
