Thirty-Six: Lana

Lana's P.O.V.

After changing my clothes, I joined Oliver back in the living room. I was confused about why he refused my offer to go to the bedroom and talk. The fact that he had taken the individual armchair instead of sitting next to me told me that he was expecting this conversation to have a negative outcome.

"Am I in trouble?" I laughed, trying to lighten the mood, but the forced and almost pained smile he gave me in return had me swallowing hard. The throw blanket had been taken off the back of the couch, and Oliver held it in his hands. As soon as I sat down, he leaned forward and spread it over my legs.

It warmed my heart that he recognized how I loved to be wrapped in a blanket when I sat here and always offered one to me. The fact that he cared enough to pay attention to the little quirks I had made me like him all the more.

"No, but I think I might be once you hear what I have to say." Oliver took a deep breath as I waited, an uneasy feeling dropping into my gut.

"You