Chapter 478: Refused

Levi’s POV

I stood my ground even as Olivia’s glare burned holes through me.

The witch shifted uneasily beside her, the bowl trembling in her hands.

"I said no," I repeated, my voice like stone. "You’re done with this, Olivia."

She clenched her jaw. "You don’t get to decide that for me."

"I do when your life is on the line!" I shot back. "When our child’s life is on the line!"

Her lips trembled. "You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t feel it?" Her hand went to her stomach. "But if I stop now, he’ll die, Levi. He’ll die, and I’ll never forgive myself."

My patience cracked. "And if you keep going, you’ll die!"

The words came out louder than I meant. Everyone froze.

Even Lennox’s shallow breathing seemed to pause.

Olivia’s frown deepened, but she refused to look away. "Then let me die with purpose."

Something inside me snapped.

"Purpose?" I barked, taking a step closer. "You call throwing your life away for him purpose? You call risking our child love?" My voice broke at the end, anger blurring into pain. "You’re killing yourself for a ghost, Olivia! He’s not here anymore. I am! We are!"

The silence that followed was deafening.

came out. My father looked away, and my mother pressed her hand to her mouth. The witch’s eyes darted between us,

whispered,

"No, you’re right. I don’t. I don’t understand how you can look at me, at Louis, at

her cheeks. "It’s not about choosing!" she cried. "It’s about saving someone I

muttered, my chest tightening.

caught. For a moment, we just stared at

couldn’t breathe anymore. The walls

reached the hall, I heard the witch’s trembling voice. "So... are we

look back. "No," I said,

Olivia’s voice cut through the

froze in the

go over there and pull her away, but I held

shake with every step I took,

didn’t realize my hands were trembling until

wasn’t listening. She

much as it broke me to admit it, I knew exactly what

disobey me. She’d go through

it

have forced her to listen. But I didn’t. I let her

like the villain in

I want Lennox dead; even my father thinks

hot and my teeth ache. I wanted to obey that voice. I wanted to turn back, force her hands from the bowl, and lock her away until she learned reason. But the part of me that loved her, that had kissed her, argued with her, watched

that I’d stepped away because I needed a plan, because I could come up with something better, when a shout split

she’s

I ran.

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