"I'll take that as a no," Olivia said.
"They say a lot of things, Olivia. They say you're the one who pushed me."
Jane finally turned. Her eyes were the same impossible green. But behind them—something else. Something that had learned to breathe underwater. olivia would jane wilde
"And yet," Jane replied, "here I am. Again."
Olivia stepped closer. The grass hissed. Somewhere, a gate clanked—loose metal, or a warning. "I'll take that as a no," Olivia said
"I came to ask you one thing," Olivia whispered.
"Define still ."
The word pushed hung in the air like frost.