Orion’s POV

Mason stood in the middle of the hallway, his broad frame blocking my path, as if daring me to make the first move. His dark eyes, filled with contempt, met mine, and a slow smirk spread across his face.

“Well, well,” he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. “If it isn’t the great Orion Miller. Here to play the devoted pitiful husband again?”

I took a step closer, my fists tightening at my sides. “What the hell is going on in that dumb head of yours?” I growled.

He crossed his arms, his posture annoyingly casual and mocking. “Ava needed someone to support her. Someone to help her...