47. DEVON

Devon's POV

 

 

So Olivia's father was here this morning. Was that where she got those gifts from? Is she the plan her father is talking about? So they want to use her against me? Will she allow herself be used?

 

I glanced at her and I noticed she was about to cry. My heart ached for her. I could only imagine how she felt, being used by her parents for evil.

 

"That's alright, Damian." I said. "Please sit and join us for breakfast."

 

Damian had a look of shock on his face. Was it because I said please? He didn't have to make it look that bad. I ignored the look on his face as well as the look on Olivia's face. My mind was stuck at the point where Olivia could be the weapon used against me. She had carefully webbed her way through my heart, was she going to allow herself be used?