Chapter 250. One Last Gift From Santa

Colt POV

I watched Olivia back in our private box, laughing easily as she tapped her foot in time to the hum of a Cello, crossing her fingers to the heart-stirring sound of a violin, her eyes burning bright when a singer hit an impossibly high note, and it shamed me that I couldn’t keep her this way.

She already seemed to have forgotten all about Serah after I assured her that regardless of what the bitch was here for, she was safe.

But although I had done everything in my power to make that true, I hoped some tiny cracks did not appear and destroy all my defenses.

My eyes scanned our surroundings for the millionth time, and although the place was mostly dark, it looked normal enough. Rich guests, too enthralled with the experience to care about anything else.

I liked to hope that wa