~Aspen’s pov~
Rylan wouldn’t let go of me. He kept me by his side until he was through with his work, and we could finally return to the house. I put Xavier to sleep while he handled Olive. When I stepped back into the living room, Rylan was standing over a petrified olive. He asked a question that had me stopping in my tracks.
“When did the trance break?” He sounded as dangerous as ever but this time it wasn’t in a way that made me feel hot- okay, I lied. It’s pretty hot, but he sounded like he was ready to execute her.
Olive swallowed, she darted a look towards her hands. My instincts took over, and I reached out my hands before she could pull something out from under her sleeves. That blue dust that had saved my life in the catacombs came barreling out. It whipped olive to the sid
