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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