*Olivia*
“Something's wrong."
I bit at my bottom lip nervously as I paced around the living room. Dahlia watched me from the couch, looking just as anxious as I felt. It had been hours since the group had left, and we still hadn't received any news.
The anxiety was killing me. My whole body was tense, and I was unable to sit down. Dahlia had tried putting on a movie, but it only stirred me up even more.
What was happening right now? Did they trade Giovani? Did they get Alessandro back? Maybe they killed him outright, and his body was lying dead–Tallon and Gabriele too, and that's why they didn't call. I brushed my hand through my hair, forcing it away from my face.
The stress was going to kill me.
“Nothing's wrong," Dahlia tried to soothe me. “Tallon or Gabriele would call if something had happe……
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