Olivia's POV
I was strutting in my high heels, heading away from Marsh step by step.
The whole hallway echoed with the click-clack of my stilettos.
"You're angry," Elara spoke in my mind.
"I hate it when he meddles in my business," I told her.
"Maybe he's finally remembering we're his mate," she joked, which was a rare case. Then she added, "I can sense his anger, although pretty faint."
I got what she meant. Marsh still had some pull over me, but it was definitely fading.
Marsh's presence annoyed me, so I found Hannah and said straight up, "Let's go."
She raised an eyebrow at me and asked, "What's wrong? Did you run into someone in the ladies' room that upset you?"
I nodded slightly. "I bumped into Marsh on my way back."
Hannah's face lit up with understanding. "Oh, you ran into
