I went upstairs and shut the bedroom door. I lay there, staring at the ceiling while laughter, clinking glasses, and music drifted up the stairs. They were celebrating my pain.
Soon, they would have nothing left to celebrate.
Olivia's POV
Hours passed and the noise faded and the house went quiet. My parents took one guestroom. Mia took the other. And James... I knew exactly where he'd be.
My throat was dry. I needed water, but I waited another half hour, just to be sure.
I slipped out of bed, crept down the stairs, and entered the kitchen. I filled a glass from the tap.
I heard James's low voice coming from his office. "I don't care what it takes. Keep her sedated."
I froze, the glass halfway to my mouth.
"No, I'm not interested in her waking up," he said. "I'm paying you enough to make sure that doesn't happen."
My heart slammed against my ribs.
"The monitoring showed brain activity? So what? Increase the suppressants. I don't want her conscious. Ever."
I set the glass down and crept closer. The office door was slightly ajar.
"You don't understand," James hissed. "Alice is dangerous. If she wakes up, everything falls apart."