While voices clashed like waves in a storm,
Oliver stood off to the side, silent, untouched by the chaos. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. His pale blue eyes drifted upward, to the darkened private rooms high above the ring.
She' s gone.
A quiet chuckle escaped him, barely a breath, but enough to betray his awareness. Then, with the grace of a seasoned performer, Oliver's face changed. The smirk vanished, replaced by a carefully worn look of pain and betrayal. His body slumped slightly, eyes downcast.
He looked like the victim.
"Oliver Hayes," Jaxen's voice rang out, sharp and cutting through the crowd, "is it true?" All heads turned toward Oliver. He met Jaxen's gaze with a long pause before twisting his expression into a frown. "Didn't you make him do it?" he asked, voice low and bitter.
"Why act so innocent now? Give me my girlfriend back" The venom in his tone did not need volume. Jaxen's jaw locked tight, eyes burning. "I didn't know shit about blackmail,"
