I whispered against Olive's ear. "That man, Sylus, had given me what he called sad vodka. Stayed up late with me to listen to me vent. Gave me kisses and held me so gently like no one had ever done before. He looked at me like I meant the world to him, loved me, and chose my life over his own. That man was the first man to ever say to me that whatever I have had to endure, I didn't deserve it."
"Harley!—"
"What made you think he was your competition?" I pulled the knife out, stabbing it into his very next shoulder. "My body and soul already knew they belonged to Sylus at that altar. My brain and my heart just took too long to accept it. But you'd hurt him. You'd almost taken him away from me!"
"Fuck you," Olive spat. "And I would take him from you if I am given a second chance! Two months alone, and you think he loves you so much that you know him?"
