"Is this a test?" Mark asked.

Olivia's eyes narrowed, but she remained silent.

"Alright. Alright."

Mark slid his jacket off and held it out to her. Her gaze didn't waver.

"Please? This floor isn't the cleanest."

Olivia ripped it from his hands and resumed her hardened stare. An exasperated sigh escaped Mark.

"That was hardly necessary."

He pulled his shirt over his head and put his arms down at his side. Olivia moved closer and stared at his shoulder. There was what looked like her brother's birthmark on his shoulder. She ran her fingers over it, feeling for ridges that shouldn't be there. There were none. There was no scarring or fading that might have been there from a tattoo.

"Satisfied?" Mark asked, annoyed.

Olivia took a step back and waited as he put his shirt and jacket back on. She had no doubt that this man was her brother but just to make sure...

"What's the last thing that mom said to me before she died?" Olivia blurted.

Mark rolled his eyes.

"Answer the question." Olivia demanded.

"'Livvie, my love bug, listen to your brother okay? I love you sweetheart.'"

Olivia had never told anyone about what her mother's last words to her had been. She'd never even brought it up to Mark as she got older. He would've had to be there in order to know that.

Olivia nearly tackled Mark to the ground as she threw her arms around him. Tears streamed down her face as she held onto him. He stroked her hair gently and rubbed her back.

"I can't believe it's actually you." Olivia sobbed.

"It's me and I'm not leaving again, okay?" Mark reassured her.

Olivia nodded. She reluctantly let go of Mark and shoved her hands in her pockets. She shuffled her feet on the floor as she thought about what to say next. She could feel his eyes on her.

"So, where do we go from here?" Olivia finally asked.

"That's up to you. Do you want to stay with the Blades or do you want to come join me?"

"In your rival gang that I know nothing about?"

"You know more about them than you think you do."

"Meaning what exactly?"

"The Golden Dominion."

Olivia's heart skipped a beat at hearing that name. She stared at her brother for a long minute.

"You're with them?" Olivia hissed.

"So you do know them." Mark said flatly.

"That isn't a guild. That's a gang and a nasty one to be a part of."

"I wasn't left with much choice, Livvie."

"I can't go with you. Damien has already shot me once. I won't make the mistake of being in range again." Olivia lifted up her shirt to show a round, silvery scar.

"When did this happen?" Mark's voice was filled with anger but Olivia couldn't tell where it was directed.

"Two years ago."