Olivia's POV
The question hung in the air like a blade.
"What," Louis repeated, slower now, angrier, "is going on here?"
My hand dropped from Kaine's face as if burned… like a kid caught stealing candy. I took a step back instantly, putting space between us before Louis could say another word. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might tear free of my chest—but my face stayed calm.
"This," I said evenly, turning to face him fully, "is none of your concern."
Louis's eyes darkened. "I beg to differ." His gaze flicked to Kaine's bare chest, then to the bed, then back to my face. "You're alone in a room with a guard. A half-naked guard. Care to explain?"
Kaine stiffened beside me. I felt it—the instinct to shield, to submit, to disappear—but he didn't move. He kept his head lowered, posture respectful, playing the role perfectly.
I lifted my chin. "He was injured. I healed him."
Louis scoffed. "By closing the door and standing that close?"
