Chapter 57

Victor's jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in the corner. "Sorry?" he spat. "Your sorry isn't worth anything. Alexander. No wonder Olivia wants nothing to do with you." he turned to the guards holding on to me. "Get him out of my sight."

The guards marched me out of there, their grip like iron shackles around my arms. Allen staggered alongside me, his eyes still burning with rage.

When we entered, the air was thick with the smell of antiseptic and herbs. The doctor, an older man with a kind but weary face, turned his attention to us. Without a word, the guards shoved Allen and me onto cots across the room from each other.

Allen's glare was unyielding, a mirror of my own tumultuous emotions. There we sat, inches apart, our bodies bruised and broken, but our spirits still locked in silent combat.

Olivia burst through the door, her eyes wide with panic. My breath caught in my throat. For a second, I hoped she had come for me. But her gaze slid right past to Allen.

"Allen, are you o