Chapter 93. Jonathan

Olive tried as hard as she could to think back into time but the name Jonathan did not ring a bell in her mind. She didn't remember all the names of the people she was sent to harm but, at least something should be able to ring a bell.

“Was he from Balendin Pack?” she asked after about two minutes of racking her brain. Next, she heard the lock of the door turning so she stood upright and faced it. The door swung open slowly to reveal a swollen, red eyed Dolly. Her face was wet but still red despite her just washing it in the bathroom.

“Dolly,” Olive called in both relief and sympathy as she ran and embraced her. Dolly didn't hug her back but leaned onto her for support. She was really weak. Olive patted her back for several seconds until Dolly stood upright.

“Come, let's sit,” Olive whispered and held her hand. She pulled her along gently and they sat on the sofa opposite the television. Dolly's room was really big and was the combination of a living room and a bedroom. H