Levi's POV
The moment I walked into that room, my heart dropped.
Olivia was on the floor.
On her knees.
Crying.
Shaking.
And Lennox was just sitting there, staring at her like her tears meant nothing.
Something inside me snapped.
"What the hell are you doing, Lennox?" I shouted before I could stop myself. "You're making her cry? You're making her kneel to you?!"
But Lennox turned his head toward me with the coldest eyes I had ever seen on my own brother.
"Get out," he said quietly.
I frowned. "What?"
His voice sharpened. "Get out. This is between me and Olivia. Not you."
I stepped forward, furious. "She's crying. You're hurting her."
Lennox's glare hit me so hard I almost stopped breathing.
"You," he growled, "kept me tied to a bed for four years. You don't get to lecture me about hurting someone."
I froze—because that cut deep.
But I didn't step back.
"You hid me. You isolated me. You lied to everyone. You kept me in a place you knew none of them could find."
