Olivia's POV
I was quiet after Kira's outburst, my mind spinning through possibilities I didn't want to consider.
Yes, the lines connected. Yes, Damien seemed like the perfect candidate to be my stranger. The timing worked. He'd been at the mansion that night. He had the mischievous personality to pull off elaborate games.
But I didn't like it.
I didn't want Damien as my stranger. Not one bit.
It would have made so much more sense if it was Maxwell. Maxwell also ticked boxes - so many boxes. The way he watched me. The possessive streak. The games he played. Maxwell being my stranger would make my heart race with possibility.
But Damien?
Hell no.
"We need to confront him right now," Kira was already standing, her voice fierce. "March back in there and demand he tell us the truth. That motherfucker doesn't get to play with two best friends like we're some kind of…"
"Wait." I grabbed her arm, pulling her back. "We shouldn't rush into this."
"Why not?"
