Silver Rain

Chapter 42

A string of curse words left Felix's mouth.

Sarah?

Sarah was the last person Felix expected to see, especially after their trip to the Coven. Initially, both Felix and Erebus were beyond shocked, appalled even.

Felix's mind raced, and Erebus stirred uneasily inside him. The wolf was restless, sensing the danger of Sarah's unexpected return. Appalled wasn't even the right word—betrayed was more like it. How could someone who betrayed Olivia, someone tied to the Coven and everything revolving around her life, just waltz back into the picture like this?

Felix clenched his fists under the table, feeling the rage swirl through himself and Erebus. His wolf snarled in the back of his mind, ready to rip the witch's throat out. He remembered how those damn witches held them at knifepoint and pushed her through the mirror, how they threatened Olivia. How they taunted and dangled everything they were working for in front of them. And don't get him started on the damn prophecy.

It took every ounce of restraint not to leap out of the booth and strangle her right there.

Felix glanced at Olivia, whose passive face almost made him fall out of the booth.

Her calmness, her lack of surprise—it was unnerving. She wasn't shaken like he'd expected and wasn't brimming with the anger or confusion that he felt. He would have thought that since waking up, she would have seemed jumbled or even frightened. Instead, she just stood there, her gaze fixed on Sarah as if she had known all along that this moment was coming. As if she expected her to show up at this exact moment. As if...

She knew.

Felix couldn't wrap his head around it. Why would Olivia be expecting Sarah, the person who had betrayed her? The one who had aligned herself with the Coven but yet dropped hints to Olivia on where to find them? The one that helped that old witch keep Olivia's meds and put her in this state?

Red slowly tinted at the corners of his vision.

"You knew she'd be here?" Felix's voice was a low, sharp whisper, barely able to contain the mix of emotions boiling inside him.

Olivia's eyes finally met his, and for a moment, something passed between them—something unspoken. "Yes," she answered, her voice calm, yet carrying a weight Felix hadn't expected.

"What the hell, Liv?" Felix's voice broke through the tension like a crack of thunder. Had she been planning this from the moment she woke up? Had she been thinking about this while she was in her coma?

"I need to tie up loose ends."

Felix didn't care if she had been out of her coma for less than forty-eight hours. He stood, his fists still clenched, trying to make sense of the situation. "You knew she'd show up, and you didn't tell me?"

Felix's fists were so tight they shook, but his grip was nothing compared to the control Olivia had over herself, though he could see the simmering rage lurking just beneath her composed surface. Her gaze was locked on Sarah, unreadable, but Felix knew what lay behind it. He could feel it—an anger so sharp it could cut steel, a cold fury he never thought he'd see in Olivia. She wasn't the warm, fiery person he knew. This was someone else entirely, someone he hadn't even realized existed inside her.

Part of him was glad that Olivia was angry at Sarah, but another part felt a chill crawl down his spine. This wasn't just anger—it was something far darker, a carefully controlled fury that made Felix's own rage feel almost childish in comparison. He'd seen Olivia angry before, sure, but this? This was different. It was as if every ounce of warmth and light she'd ever had was now redirected, sharpened into a blade aimed squarely at Sarah.