Silence ensued. It was so thick that a knife could cut through it. Everyone was taken aback by the incident.
"Pervert." Olivia muttered under her breath.
"Pervert." The word echoed in her ears.
'Pervert? Why does the word sound so familiar?' she wondered, but she quickly shoved the feeling down her mind.
Lucian stood there, his breath still uneven, heart pounding from the whirlwind of emotions. Olivia's fist had left a dull ache on his cheek, but it wasn't the pain that hurt the most. It was the way she looked at him afterward—confused, distant… betrayed.
"Olivia…" he stepped forward, voice low.
But she spun on her heels without a word, her green eyes steeled with something unreadable. Disappointment? Regret? Whatever it was, it sliced through him sharper than any blade.