Olivia's POV
His grip on my wrist was tight—too tight.
Pain shot up my arm, sharp and sudden, and I hissed softly. He didn't notice. Or maybe he didn't care. His eyes were filled with rage, wild and burning.
"What are we doing wrong, Olivia?" Levi snapped. "What do you fucking want?"
His fingers tightened even more around my wrist.
I frowned, pain flashing across my face. "You're hurting me," I said, my voice strained.
He didn't let go.
"Answer the damn question," he demanded, his voice loud and angry.
Something inside me snapped.
"I said you're hurting me," I shouted.
I twisted my wrist hard and yanked myself free from his grip. The sudden movement made me stumble back a step, but I caught myself. My heart was racing. My arm throbbed where he had held me.
The room went silent.
Louis stared at Levi, shocked. Levi looked down at his hand like he couldn't believe what he had just done.
I held my wrist close to my chest, breathing hard.
