Olivia's POV
I turned slowly, my pulse hammering in my ears. Louis stood by the door, his face pale with fury, his jaw tight, his eyes dark with disbelief. For a long, terrible moment, no one said a word. The silence was deafening, thick with disbelief, guilt, and something worse—disappointment.
Louis's voice came again, lower this time but sharper, like a blade. "Tell me I'm not seeing this."
"Louis—" Levi started, but Louis cut him off with a bitter laugh that sounded nothing like him.
"Are you for real right now, Levi? Here?" His voice cracked with rage. "In the damn study while Lennox is lying there, fighting for his life?"
The words hit like a slap. Shame burned through me. I pulled away from Levi, clutching the edge of the desk, trying to catch my breath. My body trembled—not from desire now, but from humiliation. My throat felt tight, the weight of Louis's stare crushing me.
"Louis, please," I whispered, my voice shaking. "It's not—"
