Avvion looked at Olivia, who was still sitting on the stone floor, her breathing irregular.
"What are you hiding?"
he asked once more, this time with a sharper gaze, as if he were trying to break through the girl's defensive walls.
Olivia immediately pulled her sleeves down, covering her left wrist, which still felt warm from the mark of the mysterious red line.
"Nothing," she replied, her voice trembling slightly, though she tried to emphasize it to sound convincing.
"Don't lie."
Avvion's tone was not loud, but it was enough to make the hair on Olivia's arms stand up. It was the tone of a predator who did not like being played with.
Several moments passed in suffocating silence; only the sound of their breathing could be heard in the cramped room.
Avvion finally exhaled slowly before turning toward the door, his back to Olivia.
"Get up."
Olivia frowned, confused by the man's sudden shift in mood.
"What?"
