Chapter 39

OLIVIA’S POV I hadn’t made it more than a few steps toward the house when I heard his voice again. “Olivia,” Dominic called. I froze. Every muscle in my body tensed, but I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t. Not with tears threatening to fall but with my hands still shaking from the confrontation with Evelyn. I needed space. Air. Anything but him. “Wait,” he said again, his tone harder now, like an Alpha commanding obedience. So I stopped—but not out of obedience. Out of exhaustion. This time I am going to get him good. “Do you always assume it’s me?” I snapped, turning slowly to face him. “Is that your default response whenever Evelyn so much as stubs her toe? Blame Olivia. Punish Olivia. Question, Olivia. Because Olivia only deserves punishment while Evelyn, a murderer, only deserves to sit on the highest pedestal.” His brows pulled together, startled by the venom in my voice. Good. Let him be shocked. Let him taste even a drop of the disbelief and humiliation I’ve endured. “What did you