Olivia's POV
I looked away, then forced myself to look back. My mind was restless… I wanted to interfere, but I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. "She deserves this," I muttered under my breath.
The next strike came lower, across the curve of Anita's hip. She bit down on her lip, refusing to cry out, but the tremor in her arms made her whole body shake. The stone below her was wet with tears, and maybe more. My own vision blurred for a second. I blinked hard.
Lolita touched my arm, tentatively. "Olivia, please. Let's just go back inside."
I shook her off. "No. I want to watch." From somewhere behind me, a familiar voice called my name. It was loud and commanding, pulling the attention of everyone in the courtyard.
Calvin.