Dylan stormed into his apartment, his eyes roaming the room like a predator searching for its prey.
No sign of Olivia.
His jaw clenched as he turned down the hall to Lily's room, where curled in bed, trying to catch some sleep.
"Where's Olivia?" he demanded, his voice low but edged with fear and annoyance at once.
"She left," Lily said without looking up.
"What?" His brows drew together. "She doesn't even have anything to wear."
"She borrowed some of my clothes," Lily replied with a smirk. "You should've seen her, she looked hot, by the way. Said she might head to her father's."
"And you just let her go?" he barked.
"She wouldn't listen, Dylan. Refused to eat, too. I've told you before, stop shutting down every time you're angry. You don't know how to hold on to what you care about."
"I didn't say I care about her."
"If you don't, you shouldn't be looking for her. Go back to your job, then." Lily offered calmly.
