Orion's POV

The silence hung thick in the air as Ava stood up, her movements slow and deliberate. She reached for her handbag, her fingers curling around it with a casual grace that set me on edge. Her face was unreadable, a mask of calm that I knew was hiding a storm.

My jaw clenched, bracing myself for whatever fury she was about to unleash, but she didn’t say a word. Instead, she took a step forward, her eyes never meeting mine.

As she brushed past Chloe and me, I caught the faintest hint of a smirk—cold, knowing, and somehow victorious. It was as if she had seen everything, knew...