Chapter Sixty-eight
“Olivia,” The feminine voice sounding from behind me has my spine stiffening.
It’s been a few hours since the ceremony and I haven’t yet had a chance to see everyone, but I don’t know how I missedher.
I spin to find my sister standing with a soft smile on her face, Everett, her partner, at her side. He looks uncomfortable as shit, but my sister looks happy.
“Arryn,” I gasp, voice breaking on a sob.
“Hi,” She opens her arms and I immediately step into them, folding myself around her as she holds me just as tight.
“You’re here.”
“Well, when Malakai Farrow calls and begs for us to attend, we can’t really say no.”
“He called you?” I wince. After everything that happened, I can’t imagine that went down well. We only got married because he threatened her.
“He did.” She cocks a brow, “You’ve got some explaining to do.”
“I–” I snap my teeth together, cringing, “Are you mad?”
“Mad?” She scoffs, “I’m hardly mad, just confused. You said you were going to make his life hell.”
“I did,” I laugh, “I still do.”
Everett remains a quiet stoic presence, a complete contrast to the playful charm I was used to from him from my time spent with them.
“But you love him,” She points out.
“Yes,” I look away, the guilt for doing so trying to eat me alive. I shouldn’t. But I do and I can’t deny it or stop it.
“It’s okay, Olivia,” Arryn soothes, “If anyone should know about falling in love with the one person you least expect, it’s me.”
Everett scoffs, “Please, you loved me the moment I bent you –”
“Everett,” Arryn snaps.
I clamp my mouth closed, “I’m surprised you’re here.”
“You deserve to be happy, Olivia,” She shrugs, “No matter where it comes from, and I don’t care how it happens as long asyou arehappy.”
I wasn’t for a while but now… “Iam, Arryn.”
“Good.” She smiles, “Now, wine. You need to tell meeverything.”
So, I do, leaving out certain parts, telling her it all.
“You got shot!?” She yells, eyes wide.
“Just in the leg.” I try to calm her, but she swings her gaze around as if looking for the person to blame.
“Malakai killed him.” I tell her quietly, “Stop.”
“Why didn’t you call me!?”
“I had some things to deal with,” I pull her back to me, trying to stop her from causing a scene, “And I didn’t want to worry you. With everything anyway, it didn’t seem right.”
She softens, “No more.” Arryn declares, “You don’t keep things from me, Oli.”
