Roisin
Olivine interrupted my thoughts with a disarming grin, his eyes gleaming with boyish charm and something far more dangerous. “I hope we can start fresh, Roisin. Let’s leave the misunderstandings behind and focus on the future. What do you say?”
There was a glimmer of sincerity in his expression, but the rapid pivot from yesterday’s cruelty to today’s smoothness still unsettled me. Even so, I nodded slowly, my voice hesitant but steady. “Alright. Let’s start fresh.”
“Wonderful,” he said, his smile deepening, spreading across his face like sunlight warming skin. “I’ll make sure you don’t regret it.”
Visaris stood nearby, silent and still, but his energy coiled like a spring. When he finally spoke, his tone was low and deliberate. “You can ease your anxiety, Roisin. I guarantee Oli
