Chapter 18: CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

TRISHA'S POV The moment Oliver called my name again, my stomach twisted painfully. I didn’t want to face him, not here, not today, not after everything that had already happened but he stood there, his eyes pleading, his voice shaking. “What do you want from me, Oliver?” I asked, forcing myself to sound calm even though I could feel Hendrix’s protective presence behind me like a wall of heat. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?” Oliver took a deep breath and moved closer. “I...