Olivia's POV
The healer finished his mix, a glowing greenish paste that shimmered faintly. He carefully spread it across Levi's chest, just over his heart, then pressed both palms over it.
A faint pulse of magic lit the space beneath his hands.
Levi's body twitched.
"Come on," the healer murmured. "Come back to us, Alpha."
Levi's fingers twitched, then his eyes fluttered open slowly, dazed and glassy.
"Levi?" Louis stepped forward.
Levi blinked a few times, confusion flooding his face. "What…?"
"You fainted, dumbass," Lennox muttered, visibly relieved but trying not to show it. "You scared the hell out of us."
The healer pressed two fingers against Levi's pulse. "You're lucky," he said, quietly. "Again."
Levi's gaze drifted to me next. His eyes locked with mine—and I saw it. The flicker of guilt. Of fear. Of shame.
"Olivia," he whispered. "I—I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to see that. I didn't want you to—"
"Don't," I said sharply, frowning at him.
He flinched.
