Helios’s mother tried to snatch her hand away, but Oliver tightened his grip on her arm. “I said do you understand me?”
She nodded, and Oliver released his grip on her. She took a step back, her heels hitting the marble floor, and she stared at Oliver.
“What?” he deadpanned, crossing his arms over his chest.
She looked like she would say something, but then her eyes landed on her youngest son. She smiled.
“Max.” Max flinched as he looked up at her.
“Don’t you f*****g speak to Max,” Matt hissed, eyes narrowing at her.
“He’s my son, I can speak to him whenever I want to.”
“What do you want?” Max asked.
“Your friend? You know the one who always clung to you. Where is he?”
The group eyed one another as Max’s eyes watered up a little. “He’s not here.”
“Where is he?”
“He died.”
“Did
