Olivia didn't move.
I took a threatening step forward and when she didn't budge, I shoved past her with my shoulder, pushing the door wider. Olivia stiffened but held her ground.
As I went in, the warm, intimate curl of Neven's cologne hit me as the hallway opened, familiar in a way that made my stomach twist. I hadn't wanted to come back here, not ever, but my luggage was inside, waiting.
The hallway stretched ahead, and I could feel Olivia's stare burning into my back as I reached the living room. I didn't give a single f**k about her existence, her eyes, her breath. All I wanted was my luggage and to get the hell out of here then maybe after I'd decide if going to Caesar was madness... or inevitable.
"I've always envied you, JaneVera," Olivia said suddenly, her voice too sweet by ha
